I write, and some days I don't
Passion for this craft hasn't drifted ashore
Unnecessary of me to choose self-torture
Due to the fact that I don't write like before

If I wrote like before, progress would be invisible
Proud that I write when it's necessary and needed
Because if I wrote everyday, ideas wouldn't be planted
Have time to grow, which will make them weakened

Taking days off with my poetry life like a vacation
I don't like rushing my thoughts and put them into wax
I permit myself to absorb, feel, and understand them
So I can keep myself together, without feeling split like an axe

© Your Rejected Rose