A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Five-Hundred-And-Eighty-Five

I feel that a lot of my writing, particularly my poetry, has been limited lately because of my mental and emotional state.  I've been pretty down for a long while, and that doesn't seem to be anything that is about to change, and one of the things this impacts is the kinds of poems I am writing.  I wish I could find some more positive emotions to build on but most of what I am writing is just a reflection of various feelings and the thoughts that are built around those emotions, and all of that is pretty bad as topics for poetry.  I know that no one wants angsty, depressed poetry, and I hope that I am steering clear of that, but I do worry.  At times, I would imagine, I must just sink into it, and maybe that is neccessary?  I don't know.  I hope, at the very least, that some of it has value.  If I am going to be stuck in this, at least I can hope to get something meaningful from it.

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