That Nagging Voice

A poem about writing apprehension, written as a fellow of the Illinois State Writing Project.


My inner critic

Warns me it’s completely wrong.

My response? So what.


This is a first draft.

“Shouldn’t it be perfection?”

Doesn’t need to be.


“Why not?” he questions.

Because that’s for revision.

“Oh you don’t need that.


All of your writing,

Regardless, should be perfect.

Here, let me help you.”


No thanks, I reply

Go away till I need you.

“But… you need me now.”


Hmm… maybe later.

For now, I write for myself.

And the voice is gone.

The End

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