Poetry isn't clean
It's messy rooms
It's dirty clothes
It's knotted hair
Poetry isn't effortless
It's grasping slipping ideas
It's frantically writing
It's cramped hands
Poetry isn't seemless
It's revision after revision until it flows smoothly
It's having ideas in your head that cannot be described with words
It's wracking your brain for words that hold the right meaning
Poets just acclimate to the struggle.