Behind the Words

I don’t think I’m good at “writing poetry.”

I don’t know how to turn my “poems” into something beautiful,

Something that has meaning.

Something that, I, or anyone could love.

I try but it never seems right.

Sometimes my “poems” feel too empty,

Too void of actual emotion.

And other times I feel that my “poems” may come off as so complicated and overwhelming

That no one, not even myself, could ever truly understand its meaning or purpose.

And I wonder if I should just stop "writing poetry."

Saving myself from sleepless nights and endless fustration. 

But I continue.

Hoping that one day I get back the joy I once had from "poems." 

I understand that “writing poetry” can be difficult.

It doesn’t come easy to everyone.

But I wish it did for me.

Because, honestly, I want to continue “writing poetry.”

But I am not sure that I can. 

Through my poetry I was better able to understand my depression and the reasoning behind my reason for no longer being able to write poetry. 

"poems"= life  "writing poetry"= living