In fact, in lyric poetry, truthfulness becomes recognizable as a ring of truth within the medium itself.
Publication is rather like pushing the boat out; then the boat/book turns into a melting ice floe and you have to conjure a second boat which again turns into a melting floe under your feet. All the stepping stones that you conjure disappear under the water behind you.
The gift of writing is to be self-forgetful...
Poetry is always slightly mysterious, and you wonder what is your relationship to it.
Walk on air against your better judgement.
Even if the last move did not succeed, the inner command says move again.