I ALMOST LET THE DAY GET AWAY

 HE SAID I SHOULD WRITE SOMETHING EVERT DAY AND I AGREED.

I KNOW I'M NOT WHERE I WANT TO BE. THE WORDS DON'T TUMBLE OUT IN GENTLE WAVES. THEY HIDE, I HAVE TO COAX, AND PROD THEM TO APPEAR.
THEY THEY COME HALTINGLY, IN DRIPS AND STARTS... I'M NOT SURE IF THEY ARE THE RIGHT ONES BUT THEY ARE THE ONLY ONES I HAVE SO. SO I LET THEM COME, I EMBRACE WHAT THERE IS.

I HOPE TO BE BETTER ONE DAY.. I HOPE ONE DAY IT IS EFFORTLESS AND EASY.
BUT IS IT FOR ANYBODY??  SHOULD IT BE?

SO I WRITE, EVEN THOUGH IT DOESN'T FLOW FROM MY MIND TO MY FINGER TIPS, EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT SURE IT'S GOOD ENOUGH OR OF INTEREST TO ANYONE.
I WRITE ANYWAY, BECAUSE I  PROMISED HIM AND BECAUSE I WANT THIS AND BECAUSE THE WORDS ARE SOMEWHERE INSIDE ME TRYING TO GET OUT.
I WRITE BECAUSE I CAN'T IGNORE IT, I WANT IT... EVEN THOUGH IT'S NOT PERFECT AND POLISHED.
IT IS A PART OF ME THAT I CAN'T IGNORE OR DENY.
I WRITE BECAUSE I HAVE TO.