FF11 - 2020

Writing, Waiting, Wishing, Waning
By Ann Christine Tabaka
I send the best I ever penned,
or so I believe it to be.
Surely this time it will find a home.
I hope and pray as time stands still,
and weeks turn into months.
It feels like centuries.
Finally the day arrives,
I’ve waited for so long.
My heart stops.
I hold my breath.
And once again,
the words scream off the page:
“We are sorry, but …”
the rest is nil.
No form-letter compliments
can make amends.
Again I lose.
Again I fail.
Why do I even try?
The rejection file grows larger
as my confidence wanes.
Holding tears back,
a glass of wine and bed console,
at least for now.
But will I ever win?
Writing, waiting, wishing,
my entire life away.
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