I’m standing on one side
Of a deep cavern with jagged spikes
While my dreams wait patiently on the other side
For me to build a bridge.
But I have no tools,
All I have are societal pressures
And familial expectations
Clawing at me from behind
Like nails on the chalkboard of my mind
Threatening to push me over the edge,
And the only thing I know for sure
Is I want so desperately to be with my dreams
But instead I’m alone, on the side where hope
Is even bleaker now than it first seemed.
© 2020 Jade M. Wong
I am closing in on my second year of trying to publish my debut poetry book “Glowstick”, and the frustration is very, very high. So many rejections from agents, literary magazines, and a particularly painful rejection from my dream publisher…which leaves me back here, to my words, which are all I have while I stare at a future writing career that doesn’t seem to be possible.
I don’t know where I’m going from here…the only thing I know for sure is my dreams are waiting for me. To my fellow creative souls and my fellow struggling humans, can you relate? Do you have any words of advice? Or a motivational Harry Potter meme?