I’ve recently started a new job. 1/4 of the way through my final semester of graduate school, I am frightful that I may never be a poet or writer of good poems: it isn’t the notoriety or fame or readings, etc., but to write good poems, that I want. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt this tired before without really being tired. I want more sleep, but my body isn’t unwilling to get up every morning and do the work, yet. I’m not struggling with this, but other things have come to bear on my shoulders and are making a royal mess of my usually clear-minded, logical, and organized processes and thoughts. Off to work now, in fact. Everyone have a good day!
You should post your poems so we can see if you are a good writer.