Remember (we forget it so often) poems have a duty
to remind you that you are alive and can think
but even crappy poems can do that, in a perverse kind of a way.
Some people think 'feeling is everything';
but feeling is only some of it, not all of it. (Discuss.)
'I have had enough sadness'
and I'm kind of bored, you know.

I found a poem at The New Yorker, by Dean Young, and thank God for it, because it reminds me how wonderful and inspiring and inspiriting poetry can be. You are alive and can think, no matter what the evidence to the contrary.