REJECTED

here’s a fun little poem about the depths a writer feels when agents/publishers don’t like their work. a little rhyme-y, but it was the mood i was in…

UPON ANOTHER BOOK REJECTION:

There is no beauty in despair
I am thwarted everywhere.
What I want to do, I can’t, I won’t.
What others think about me, don’t.

All around this big green earth
I seek the place, I want my birth.
I want to own the clouds, the trees.
I have nowhere to bend my knees.

There is no happy ending here.
And, although I don’t feel fear,
I realize that my dreams now lack
That faith, and I don’t want them back.

–hlg july 2010

(PS–don’t worry, i’m okay now, and planning to continue to write. this is the melodrama of the author…)

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