Wednesday, April 24, 2024

When the writing works out

All I have to do is show up,
Gain momentum;
Give you one last rep,

Another verse
To finish this poem.

I have always dreaded 
Doing the plank,
Now I can hold it
For a full minute,
Without tearing up.

Lift me up

Talent is not enough

Writing is a muscle,
I had become rusty —
Now planning my sessions in

The more I work out
The more I want to write.

Train hard

The benefits of a sweat
Back to the pleasure 
of my pen,

I am looking forward
To my best poem yet.