Calling it a No-Go NaPoWriMo

I gave it a good shot, at the very end.


I thought I'd try to beat the clock and churn out some quick poems. And I did. But not enough. Because - well, work.


And that's okay.


It's good to fail once in a while!


And this failure is fine and maybe I should find another word, rather than "fail." Or maybe it's good for me to experience failure and know that I won't die. Seriously. Sometimes my body has its own anxious reaction to failure and it thinks we're going to die - not just failure, other things. Body memories; "high functioning anxiety;" there may be other labels. but I'm fine. Really.


I failed! Go, me!


Okay - here are the poems I didn't write this April:


NaPoWriMo #26
NaPoWriMo #27
NaPoWriMo #28
NaPoWriMo #29
NaPoWriMo #30