I have to start over.
Almost two years
of writing
for nothing.
My heart is broken
in a way,
that those poems
that I poured my
life into
will never be published.
Everything I ever
wrote about Iowa
and my sunshine
is gone.
But I was told that
it was creepy and disturbing.
I can't even express myself
any more.
I don't even know if
I want to any more.
I am officially depressed.