Does Poetry Believe In Me?

I've been writing poetry all my life, and have posted quite a bit of it online. I've had this blog for years and I just noticed I don't have a single follower. Considering poetry is one of the things I'm best at, and went over well in college and creative writing and all that, the lack of recognition makes me sad. I do have fans that comment on my poetry over on Hubpages. Do people read poetry anymore? Or are there just so many billions of poems on the Internet these days that most of us are virtually ignored? I believe in poetry. Does poetry believe in me?

Seasons

Tears running down and down

Snow melt rivers turning into rapids

Seasons change

Hearts change

Spring blizzards crush early flowers

Jack Frost is not ready to slip into the floes

Not until he has his last laugh

But even he cannot hold sway on the turning of the wheel

After the Storm

The day dawned and I was still here

I had survived the emotional war

Next time I may not come back from the abyss

While I was sleeping last night I stopped breathing

I woke up abruptly gasping for air

It's stress I tell myself

Fallout from the last three days

I'm not so worried today

I feel better overall

Even though I have a terrible migraine

Still better than yesterday though

The sun is shining today

The warmth feels good even though I have to keep my eyes shut

Blue eyes are sensitive or so I hear