In my early twenties, I went through a stage where I read nothing and wrote nothing but contemporary poetry. This condition is more widely known as depression. I managed to work through this episode without becoming a tortured poet myself. Having no talent for writing poetry turned out to be my blessing.
Sylvia Plath, someone with absolute
talent, once wrote: "I talk to God but the sky is empty. And
when I look for the arrow that struck me, I can’t find it. But I can find the
wound."
Long ago, my wound healed.
—Mitchell Hegman
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