January 11th

I struggle with every sentence, word and letter.

Thinking of how I could do it better

Wanting to delete each thing I write

I probably won’t but then again I might

It always seems that I could do more

Again my writing is becoming a chore

I'm getting lost in a familiar direction  

Seeking out my rhyming perfection

Maybe I should be a lesser goal setter

I'm thinking of how I could do it better

I struggle to with points I’d like to action

Constantly looking for any distraction

Spending ten minutes on whatever I can find

Ending the focus of my fragile mind

I struggle with every sentence, word and letter

And one day I’ll learn how to do it better.