Poetry is Hard
For those of us who can't easily spin
straw into gold or feelings into
words, poetry is hard.
Hard like that first statistics exam
when you can't grasp probability to
save your life. Hard like admitting
your feelings for the jerk who
works in the computer lab or like
telling your father he ruined your
faith in marriage. Its like not being
afraid in utter darkness.
Like trying to forgive.