marcella hammer

I Must Commit

I need to find a rhyme, I must commit.
But sometimes pressure makes it hard to think—
(A poem is built, not born, you little shit.)

It’s all invisible until I fit
Intention, syntax, plot enough to link—
(I need to find a rhyme, I must commit.)

I’ll choose an awful truth I can admit,
One light enough that most of me won’t sink—
(A poem is built, not born, you little shit.)

There’s cost of course, a suffering to quit.
I try to catch up with myself and drink—
I need to find a rhyme, I must commit.

You might read this, somewhere, where you sit,
And now I’ve said too much, and now I shrink—
A poem is built, not born, you little shit.

I’m barely here at all, despite my wit—
And I’m just glad for nothing to rethink—
I need to find a rhyme, I must commit.
A poem is built, not born, you little shit.

-Marcella Hammer