Rejection Sucks (a poem)

Sometimes I write poems and chicken out of sharing them online, but I'm pretty sure most of my writing comrades can relate to this one: Rejection Sucks. (Perhaps I'd better call it Rejection Sucks Part 1, as I have a LOT more to say on the subject that I couldn't possibly squeeze into one poem…)

Rejection Sucks

You’ve written a novel and it’s taken you forever

It’s like you just climbed Everest – a momentous endeavour

You’ve researched agents and you’re ready to press send

Now here comes the bit that’ll drive you round the bend

“I just don’t love it enough” is what you’ll often hear

“There isn’t a market for this” – a legitimate fear

“It’s not the right fit for us” – bang – head – wall

No response, just SILENCE – the most torturous of all

The rejections sting, your confidence is sapped

Was your novel really such an utter load of crap?

Should you scrap that idea, start on something new?

Is repeating this experience what you really want to do?

OF COURSE IT IS! Because you bloody love writing

The rejections feel harsh, but they make you keep fighting

With every manuscript, your skills will grow stronger

So buckle up for the ride – cos it could take a bit longer