Short Story
My 11th grade English teacher told me
I wrote one of the best story entries.
She was the last person to tell me that.
Years of rejection followed by zero congratulations.
I think about her, what she saw, what she read.
I wonder what spark I had
and why it dimmed
Or maybe, she was just lying.
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Oh I sure can relate to these feelings. I had a mentor who I adored who built me up and boom, the fall. I think you capture that feeling so very well in this.
I share your expression of self-doubt
She wasn’t lying. This poem is proof. Keep doing the work–we see you!