Poetry is a dangerous profession between conflict and resolution, between feeling and thought, between becoming and being, between the ultra-personal and the universal - and these balances are shifting all the time.
In poetry compromise is fatal. In action of any cooperative sort it is inevitable. The thing is to find the balance.
The value of solitude - one of its values - is, of course, that there is nothing to cushion against attacks from within, just as there is nothing to help balance at times of particular stress or depression...
There is a proper balance between not asking enough of oneself and asking or expecting too much.