An Apology (Poetry)

I’m no poet, me
well, how could I be? —
when I’m literally
lacking all the right
credentials that might

fit me for the job
so it turns out odd
that I write such things
and how each day brings
me back to the page

It’s a war I wage
with words versus thoughts
and it takes all sorts
of strict discipline
intense struggling

and the end result
is not without fault
rarely satisfies
as its structure tries
to give strong support

Simply saying it
doesn’t help one bit
doubts rise to taunt me —
Me? — write poetry?
That’s so unlikely ...