I started reading The Secret Life of Pronouns, by James W. Pennebaker, and it got me thinking…
The poet turns inward
Is it depression?
Or an honest look
at buried feelings?
If the rain is falling
does it make a difference?
If you step outside
you will get wet.
If there’s a nail
sticking out of the wall
it is your shirt
that will get ripped.
And you will obsess about it
all the way home.
So the introvert
whose thoughts are buried in words
is forever at the mercy of weather
and self-reflection.
(28 August 2017)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 
This is good! I personally struggle to write poems without using “I”. So I’m really impressed.
As do I. I may have to make that my writing challenge next month…