Poetic feelings

I was given a book of poetry years and years ago by my Grandma Marianne, I don't remember the title of hand, but I always remember the book. It contains some of the more famous poems from John Donne, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, Robert Browning, an many others. A couple of days ago, I was given a poetry journal by a friend. In it contains poetry from people I have never heard of and might never hear of again.

In looking at the different poetry in both places, I have come to realize that poetry is something I love, but will never have the words to write. Not because I am a perfectionist and cannot compete with the people whom I admire, but because I don't have the feelings in me to write those words.

Of all writing poetry requires the most feeling, I believe. My emotions have been numbed over time, I don't have it in me to write about great love or great loss. Death and birth, changing life's direction, I am there. I see it. I feel it. I move on.

This is not all to say that I have no feelings, goodness, I would not be human or alive to not have feelings. What I am saying is that there are certain people in the world that feel deeply about things, I feel about everything, but I don't go deep because deep feelings hurt, and I am done hurting.

This is why I am a realistic optimist. I know that life hard, been there, done that, burned the tee shirt, but I also know that the sun comes out and life goes on. I love life and I will continue to live it to the fullest.