Every time I try to get out....

There are times when I need to write something. Anything. It doesn’t really matter what it is at first. A strange thing happens though. As I’m writing, I feel like I am releasing something.
Corny? Hokey?
Yeah. But, oddly enough, I can’t seem to find any other way to equate what I am feeling.
A poet that can’t equate emotions into words? Now there is something you probably were not expecting to find on a blog that's supposed to be about poetry...Go figure. Anyway. I am going to post some of my older stuff here and as I write new ones (assuming of course that I rediscover the ability to pen emotion...) I will add them as well. I love to write creatively but I have always found that I needed to wait for emotion to sweep me away.
Kind of like a surfer waiting for that perfect wave.