Here’s a silly yet true poem that I just wrote that answers the question:
I don’t have a job
Wish that I could make money
Writing poetry
Not having a job makes me nervous because the future makes me nervous. The future, the state of the world, etc. However, having a job would probably make me nervous, too. I have clinical anxiety and depression, so it might be easier to list the things that I feel okay about.
Sometimes I think that this is hell.
Happier post will be coming soon, once inspiration strikes.
Have you considered writing and publishing a book of poems? Even if it were just to compile the ones you have posted here?
Just food for thought.
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