On poetry

Why do the poetic muses only tend to pay me a visit when I am at my lowest?

Is it, perhaps, that in my darkest hours, I cannot muster a complete collection of words, only fragments that bite?

I feel it isn't so, with the effort that poetry requires, so maybe it's like draining a wound.

So yes, I miss writing poetry, but if my inspiration comes only through avenues I'd like to avoid, I will satisfy my creative urges through another medium.