I never realized how hard writing poetry is on a timeline.
How the essence of a limit on when you need it written can turn a passion into a foot race.
Minutes to spare every hour since I started.
Going strong but I just hope to keep the momentum going.
There’s nothing more nerve racking to see the clock ticking forward.
Urging me towards quantity over quality.
Pushing me towards a quicky rather than meaningful material.
I will stay the course though, I will keep making it quality over quantity.
I will not be denied.