Imperfection

As a writer,
there are a few things that I've had to accept.
Some, with more difficulty than others.

Putting pen to paper,
even if done every day,
scheduled and without fail,
will not always produce perfection.

In fact,
there are many times where I can't stand what I write.
It sounds-
It flows-
It feels...
just wrong. Poorly written. Halting. Forced.
Whatever meaning I had meant to convey is lost.
And everything sounds a-jumble.

With a daily deadline to meet,
I have accepted that I won't be in love with everything I post.
That's just the hard truth.
So this will be today's poem.
I'll call it passable for now,
and hope for more creative energy for tomorrow.