Unpublished

Unpublished

And unheard

My words

Fall short

When they could

Be bold

In paperback

Or in print

But to me

It’s not important

What is

Is the process of creation

To practice

Daily

With patience

So I am set on that front

Nothing more that I want

My Own Tune

I have learned

A certain rhythm

Or my own tune

A style unique

But familiar

When I ask

To far

Or too soon

Repairs needed

When it comes

Undone

But for now

A small victory

Can be taken