A Poet Out of Hiding

I feel like a Poet out of hiding, Like Rip Van Winkle who felt Disoriented and confused after Sleeping for twenty years. Day in and day out I stared At a nearly blank sheet of paper, A mountain of paper clutter was Causing anxiety to overrun my mind, Ideas would evade me and I felt as if I were in a dream, Reality was something I longed for. Watching CNN proved to me I was Living in a crazy mixed-up world, None of this was helping my poetic mind, I wasn't finding any inspiration that Was good enough to put on paper. With a strong faith in God I started listening to my heart, Now I'm learning to take life One poem at a time.