I've discovered that my being so happy and content recently has really eaten into my inspiration for any poetry.

I think that's kind of sad, looking back, at how sorrowful and regretful my work was. And how so many of my poems were written about a specific pain cause by a specific situation.

Now, that situation has been resolved. It has had an almost unbelievable happy outcome. It worked out. And now, I find myself with no words to describe it.

I am so thankful. And so happy.