Today I went with a poetry prompt from Writer’s Digest asking for a “_______ Me” titled poem. Writing the poem didn’t take long, but after it came out, I couldn’t decided if it was finished, or if it had gone off in the direction I wanted. Is it saying too little? Too much? Most of the time I post what I’ve written, no matter the disheveled state they’re in. But some days words need a little more time under the covers, cuddling or hiding, until they’re ready to, as my Mom was fond of saying, “face the day.”