No apologies

A poem about the one rule we have at my local writing group: you’re not allowed to apologise for your work.

Saturday morning
Time to put my feet up
Wait, isn’t there a Meetup?
it’s creative writing
Time to put that Tweet up

Pick up prompts
or write what you want
You can write freely
about recent events on TV
He’s risking war
Let’s shut the door on — 
the possibility
But it’s just a draft
I’m not finished
No apologies
No wait, Mariana . . .
Five more minutes please