I feel like I’m in a car
Speeding for the thrill
But now it’s going faster, faster
And my hands aren’t on the wheel
I’m afraid I’ll crash
After so much indulgence
Spin out and run myself over
Turn my back on what has been built
And leave it all to ruin
This has been quite an experience coming back into writing. I haven’t written this much since 2012 with the exception of the last two years of NaNoWriMo.
This poem captures my fear that I’ll overextend myself and return to not writing. I have to remind myself that this is only for April and afterwards I can find a sustainable pace of writing, posting, and reading what others have written.