When I don’t feel proud of this poem
This intentional ordering of words shone
As inadequate
Faulty
Close but not quite
Arching hastily
Indulgent, melancholy
Poor, proud, or a condescending didactic rant
When I don’t feel proud of this poem
At least I tried
I wrote for me, and I released
You can judge as you please
When I don’t feel proud of this poem
I will keep writing
Fighting
Trusting
Words, from the deep, incubated and born from me will keep
Coming
Learning to walk and hastening
To whom ever they’re supposed to reach
