One month of poetry

A month is potentially long enough
to start new writing habits and rituals;
both good ones and potentially bad ones

A month is definitely long enough
to feel confidence wax like the moon
even as your energy wanes

A month is undoubtedly long enough
to thoroughly exhaust some poetry topics
while scratching the surface of new ones

A month is unfortunately long enough
to become extremely sleep deprived
and realize this just isn’t sustainable

A month is certainly long enough
to shatter any hare-brained illusions
of doing this for your bread and butter

A month is thankfully long enough
to remember just why you’re a poet;
for the joy of expression
as
  walls
        break
            down