NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, Poem Twenty Nine

Poem

Down in your book, you take the wrong train,
stealing more time to sit down and write
while waiting. This is what you have.

You always make sure this is what you have,
no matter what you fail and lose, you'll train
yourself to still be able to write.

What you cannot confront, you will write
your way out of: The last the last woman to have
you, the last mentor who thought you worthy of training,

training you to do more than write, have more than words.