Once again, back at it A promise broken and remade “I will write daily” My best streak was 8 months Every day I stuck to my promise I have made the promise countless times To myself, to coaches, to others begging me to succeed But I have always broken the promise Something gets in the way An excuse is made A Significant change I get dismayed And my promise becomes a lie Now I’m back, once again Like an addict No More like rehab Physical or otherwise I have to remember how to write How to rhyme How to fill the time How to express myself in a non-work way And it hurts, each sound, each verb Each and every word Doesn’t flow like it did In the past that may (or may not) existed Then again, was I as good as I remember? I tell myself that skill isn’t about quality It’s about luck Of one hundred pieces written Surely one must be worthy? Maybe one worth reading again? Another voice screams, IT’S NOT ABOUT THAT YOU WRITE FOR YOU  YOU WRITE YOU FOOL You write because that’s who you are You write because there’s nothing else For you in this world, than to express yourself Through print, through paper, through the vault of words That you keep locked up. This is a robbery! Stick your hands up! We’re taking all the verbs Stuff the adjectives in the bag I’m not fucking around, give me all the nouns And now they are free, outside of the womb Have gestated enough and are, at least, somewhat formed Still wet and weak and confused But curious, excited, and novel Once again I made the promise Once again Once again 07/07[[2021]] #writing #habits