Fighting through the words /
he finished /
saying, “That’s why I eat eucharist only at funerals.”
His words painfully hanging /
in the air.
Everyday I am going to post a poem that I have written that day. Most will not be great pieces of literature. My hope is that by forcing myself to write a poem each day I can begin to view the world with the eyes of a poet. It will make me grow as a writer.
It isn't the final product that matters. It is the journey of writing that is important.