Another day, another rejection letter.

Keep trying and vying, I tell myself

My fake comfort exposes it’s getting harder to try

I’m beginning to question the continual reason to vie

the “no thanks, but thanks” signs pile up more than the “No, but keep trying” emails

it’s harder to send pieces out, I can’t lie

but each day, I go and write more

thinking less and less of published scores

but more and more of the allure

that I still pen despite the constant dismissal lore