Beginning Again by Franz Wright

As I read this poem, the only thing I could think of was the first three lines.  “If i could stop talking, completely, cease talking for a year, I might begin to get well.”  He might be referring to this as actual, physical brain problems, but I took it as mental problems.  Not like he was mentally disable but more like just a rut in his life, or better known as depression. 

There have been times when I think if I could just shut my trap and stop speaking for a long, long time, things would get better.  Words are powerful, whether they are used as weapons or not, or intentionally, they can hurt more than just for the moment.  “Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”  This only applies to certain people.  It seems like today, we have a lot more hurtful things to say to each other than people used to.  They used to use words like “swell” and “darn.”  Now every other word is offensive or hurtful. 

I also like the part about the mirrors.  I was actually thinking of this a couple days ago in my random thoughts part of my mind.  Mirrors can also be used as weapons.  When you look into a mirror and dont like what you see, it does a world of pain on you that takes a lot of time to fix.  It could be even deeper than just looks, too.  You could look in the mirror and remember what you have done or what has been done to you and be totally disgusted.  That is the reason some people fall into depression.