Most poets in their youth begin in adolescent sadness. I find it more rewarding to end in gladness.
Trusting your individual uniqueness challenges you to lay yourself open.
Acclaim is a distraction.
My earliest poems sing of the absolute necessity of allowing love to invade and pervade one's life. That can make the miracle happen in reality. Try it.
You're closer to your glory leaping an abyss than re-upholstering a rut.
Adversity is a stimulus.