My name is Jerry.
I am 45 years old.
I originally went to college to improve my writing, but ended up with a BS in Business Accounting.
I am married with two daughters and a step daughter.
I work on my confidence every day since I have self esteem concerns.
I write to rid myself of haunting or repetitive thoughts, or just as a creative outlet.
I write from my phone a lot, which means spelling isn’t always purrfect.
I admire beauty, and think it is everywhere.
I suffer from depression and anxiety.
I have been getting better; writing helps.
I love nature.
I have many interests, but few hobbies.
I cherish my memories.
I have regrets.
I have a hard time picturing the future, but I remember the past vividly.
I am working on maintaining a sense of creative direction, and want to put out some short stories. My poetry has turned into an expression of feeling sometimes too personal to say or convey correctly to express what I truly mean, and I believe that weakness has displayed my character and perhaps even my intent in a defeatist manner. I still enjoy writing it, but the words and as well the feelings repeat consistently, robbing me of the ability to expel redundancy.
Thank you all for reading; it means a lot. I have doubts about my writing, but having other poets and people like my work definitely boosts my confidence, and my gratitude. You are all wonderful.