It's not that I feel like I'm improving as a poet.
Whenever we do something like this, this enforced daily creation, we all end up pushed to the limits of our comfort zone, digging into reserves we never knew we had.
And this chance to post something I barely finished every single day... is a chance to be a little braver.
Now if only I make myself stop apologizing for the uncertain quality of my work.
Someday I will write much better poems than these. Meanwhile, here are my flawed treasures, chipped shells culled from the surf.
Thank you for reading and sharing in my journey.