Meaning of My Poem

Poetry comes and goes
But I stay and it flows
Life energy grows
Head stays low
Power of magic rolls
Ink crashes and burns
Paper pressured into words
Meaningful flirts are exposed
Flower buds and sun glows
I lie down and see poetry in my life
It came like a flame
Burning, Growing and I'm learning

This poem is meaningless as my life
But in my eyes I see its beauty without disguise
I didn't grab my hair and cry out "why?"
I took my pen and wrote my life on every line
I spilled its black blood over paper
Its not in vain
It's a gain
It could be lame
But I don't care if its not so great
I'm here to see if I'm not insane