Poetry

When I try to write poetry that is
Insightful
It comes out
Stilted
Forced
Jagged
Frustrated
I am no philosopher
I don't know
Or have answers

When I write poetry from my feelings
Memories
Joys
Sorrows
It rushes onto the paper
As if it writes itself
Flowing
Hurried
Easy
Healing

I hope to never run out
Of poetry