Alot of my writings about pain are very metaphorical.. Especially when I am writing about living and experiencing my step-daughters bi-polar before it was under control. I can sit down and force a poem but it always lacks that special something.. that feeling from the heart..
Somedays I see a poem in everything I look at and am guided to write.. Not always sad. To me nature is a true inspiration and I rarely have to work for a poem in that direction. I can watch a squirrel gathering nuts and write a poem or short story about a day in it's life.
I do wonder sometimes if "regular" people who are not artistic observe life in the same way only can't express it; unable to find the right words or color.
hmmmm I wonder....