Well
I let a sigh escape from my lungs and I press the 'write’ button
'Write a poem’
Okay. All right. I’ll write a poem.
Yet I realize that the words I speak cannot suffice every soul
and this is what breaks my illusion
that the words I write are beaming and illuminating
and everyone will love them.
No. This is not how it works.
Sometimes I get lost for words
Sometimes I delete a wonderful poem because I know what it’s like to be a perfectionist.
There isn’t such thing as 'perfect’
In fact, that word disgusts me
Sometimes, I lose my topic and theme and
I don’t know.
(2013)
