Progress

Never mind that nothing
else has gotten done
the past four months.

One hundred thirty-seven,
now thirty-eight,
pages of poetry face
me tonight.

The word count
reads at 11,771 and
growing. Even now,
growing with every
key I deliberately strike.

This is done to tell
a story about a life
so sheltered by grace
and unwarranted freedom
that its recipient never
grew beyond its shell.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s