I can do the thing!
Even when it’s not enough
when it’s this small thing
when it doesn’t matter much
when it doesn’t make you feel.
52/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
Tag: writing
failing
and then there are days
I write five poems
and no poems
and whatever I
come up with
isn’t good enough
so this is what you get
me failing
and failing
and failing
48/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
tumble
sometimes they won’t come,
the words that used to be mine,
words I could control.
Now, they tumble out for you
and I don’t want to stop them.
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scrawling
I like the pages
filling up
more than I like
what fills them.
But that’s okay,
as long as I
have this pen
scrawling across
the blank paper,
as long as I
have the will
to keep coming back.
43/365 – A Poem A Day For a Year
Old Words
Today I went digging
through the old words
looking for pieces of myself
that you would recognize.
But, I’m not there anymore,
buried under words and bodies,
buried under the weight of them.
I think of the women
who write volumes and then
light them on fire
when the story ends.
Well, I won’t engulf
mine in flames, but
I’m glad they aren’t
burning me anymore.
36/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
