Discipline

By Andrew R. Duckworth

When I realized I was lacking
In discipline in my flaking
Youth, I told myself to write-
Write until my hands cramp
As if crushed in all directions.
But, in my youth, distraction
Led to distraction, and so
I readjusted -
Don’t bloody overdo it,
Just bloody write. About what?
God only knew. Youth gives little
With little reflection, and so
I began reflecting.
A page a day would do,
And it does,
And it has,
But was it really about writing?