My dear friend, Marilyn Goldsmith, was a brilliant poet. She could write in any poetic form. I was always astonished by what she could do with words. She wrote once, about poets, in her poem, Sonnet for a Poet:

Shelley had it wrong that's very clear
No one out there is listening to us
Poets occupy another sphere.
For all their impact on tomorrow's news
They might as well be working selling shoes

You write poetry, because you write poetry. As you say,

it is the only
thing that
makes you feel
whole again.

You have to be a little bit crazy to be a poet, I think, but what a wonderful kind of madness.

Keep writing :) I like this poem very much.