To write, I set out with the greats,
Enthusiasm, a pot full, I stirred up,
Weakly to inject, I tried to, some humor,
A little style unique to me, I worked on.
Shot down, I thought it was all,
Rejection, I felt, I was facing.
Or was it acceptance shrouded
In veils of ruthless editing?
Obscured are the lines between
Hassle it is to totally decipher
Withdraw within, the old me would
Give up quietly and mourn it over.
The new me, is born today,
Write she wants to till she drops
To her heart’s content churning,
A wealth of ideas she has, to share.
I love this, "the new me is born today." I relate so well. I had to get beyond the sting of rejection and its accompanying fear to really revel and experience creativity as its own experience. Yay for you! :)
ReplyDeleteliked the enthusiasm in last lines :) perfect end .
ReplyDeleteNice! I read it twice. I've been working on a new me for a couple of years...hard to decide what I want to be :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by.
Your words speak familiar feelings to many of us I am sure. I also enjoyed the new hope and determination at the end of the piece.
ReplyDeletevery nice - the style works wonderfully well with the chosen words and line layout.
ReplyDeleteThose feelings are common to us all, I think. There's a fine line between learning from feedback and giving others so much importance that your muse flees in frustration.
ReplyDeleteThis has such a sweetness to it. I like it.
ReplyDeleteLovely lines
ReplyDeletei can relate to this - and oh so prfectly!
ReplyDeletevery full of life!
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