NaPoWriMo, 2016, Day 1–Cinquain of starting over….

...because I have to start somewhere.  And April is the cruelest place to start.  
And I am a glutton for self-inflicted cruelty.  
Like making myself finish one poem a day when I can barely bring myself to write 
one word a day.
Because why not?
Because I need this.
Because I need this more than I need all these other things.



Chinquain of Starting

Is this
as important
as all the other things
that I must also be doing?
It is.






Here's to hoping I don't write a bunch of crap.

...keepin' the Po in NaPoWriMo...