I don't usually write poetry, but this is one I wrote a while back about telling someone about SI (or rather, my inability thereof).

We were standing in the metaphorical and literal dark
Cool breeze around us
You were ranting
And I was thinking but I didn’t know what to say.
You asked me things that I
Almost thought I had answers to
But not really,
And I could tell that you were disappointed
Even with the dark leaves in your face.
That one small dull fact
That one excuse
It was stupid.
Sorry that was the best I could come up with.
Because the truth was too hard.
You deserved to know and
I deserved to speak my mind
But something stopped me.
I was on the edge, I swear.
Even here, with no one watching
I’m so close but I just
Can’t say it out loud.

- AJ