Yesterday I thought
What if I stopped?
What if I just didn’t
write any more poems?

Why do I do this?
Who do I do it for?
What if, finally, after
almost seven years,
I’ve run out of juice?

What if, in fact,
I ran out some time ago
and the words have just been
limping along, because they’re
used to it, and don’t really know
what else to do?

So I considered
the release of not needing
to find my daily poem,
at least, not needing to
because of some agreement
that I made

I think the words
would miss each other
if they didn’t come together.
I think I would miss them
if they were gone.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 19, 2017