Treasure Island

Vera Sidhwa


Submission Was Not a Problem


Neither the heartfelt words.
The proximity to the world,
Were the culprit to my writing,
The writing that was in attention,
To my feelings.

Submission was not a problem
For submitting my heart to a publisher,
Meant the world could,
Be witness to my real me.

Submission was a problem,
Because I could be rejected,
By a publisher.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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  • Thomas A Robinson (5/5/2013 10:09:00 AM)

    Perhaps submission was not the problem but that of being rejected.
    Rejection gets easier after many attempts and failured.
    But acceptance comes eventually.
    For someone who has attempted Mt. Everest should not be afraid of a little rejection.
    But wear it as a badge of honor (Report) Reply

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