On the value of writing bad poetry

There are moments when only rhymes will help you sort through the fervor of your own mind. Write then poetry. You may not be Emily Dickinson.  But you will still feel the plank break, the snow crunch, the rage, the birds fly, and the fog on cats feet. Then you will be alive. Then you will be comforted. When all has turned to shit. Turn to poetry, pen in hand.