Should I make a poetry anthology?

The Long Winter

Here we go its round 2,
Knew it was coming, could tell from the view
With plans washed away, I shouldn't be surprised
But sometimes its more real with your own two eyes
Reading the headlines, seeing the stories.
We survived the first year, even at our lowest
How do we keep finding a new all time low

I was making connections
On the cusp of greatness
The prime of my youth
We were on the cusp of greatness.
Now I'm just existing, waiting to live again

Pull me out of the darkness,
Hold me in your warmth
The winter is long
Wrap your words around me
Keep the embers burning.
Keep the fire.