So many ways
I could screw up a poem
in just five minutes.
My small critic
cringes as each word
(yes, even these ones)
vomit themselves
onto my screen.
So many reasons
I shouldn't try writing
poetry, including the fact
that I'll use the word "vomit"
twice in one poem.
And yet...
So many poems
scumble about inside me,
waiting to get out
and I suppose
that just maybe one of them
will startle me with its
eloquence and understanding,
cutting deep.
Hasn't happened yet,
but here's hoping.
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