Cauterize

I cannot write every day
Too much comes out, 
Need to cauterize
Spill my guts in this public venue
Air my laundry, and not just mine
Expose my loved ones, the parts
They are not proud of

Or refrain,
For my verse is not good enough
Too raw, unrefined.  Bumpy meter
Strained rhymes.  And if words
Fail, Then how much worse
The author?  I’m not good enough…

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