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I'm 52 years old I suffer from depression, but manage OK when properly medicated...I like to think myself an artist, and poet...I can get lost in a painting...I can tie down my emotions with my poems...Am I a writer, I wrote this poem..asking the verry same question.

I love the white of the paper, but it wont stay that way

As long as I have pen in hand, and something I must say

I write down all my feelings, my hopes, and my dreams

Trying to make sense in a world thats not always what it seems

I love the smell of the ink as it flows onto the page

Without me my pen is emotionless, no sorrow, no joy, no rage

It's just a tool than when applied sets my feelings free

The ink entrapping all for me, and the world to see

Am I a writer, I dont know, what I do know is I like to write

And as long as I have pen in hand, and pages clean, and white

The pen will move, the ink will flow, my thoughts will be contained

On page after page of paper, ever so neetly arainged...

I've never been on this site before, but my fiance and I are in need of any help we can get. I was in an 18-wheeler roll over in Oct 07' and am still in need of medical care and surgeries that I can't afford and can't seem to find help for. I am trying to get SSI just until I can get my medical issues resolved, but have gotten denied and am trying to fight it. To top it off... in June 2011, my fiance' was diagnosed with HIV so bad we almost lost him. He is doing better every day, but is unable to work and I have to care for him 24/7 due to seizures and occasional confusion. It is basically impossible for me to work away from home and we can't afford all our bills right now... God has blessed us with our love, home, vehicles (1 running), and his love and I believe he will continue to bless us...