All I know is that I got to keep going,

The destination I’m not knowing.

These writing seeds I’m constantly sowing,

Waiting for that wind of destiny to be blowing.

You’ll never know if you don’t try,

Rejection and it’s reasoning doesn’t matter why.

Closer than ever to success I cannot deny,

Anything less and I’ll be telling a lie.

Still this worthwhile journey bares some fruit,

Results inconclusive and not absolute.

The tree’s I’ve grown are strong at root,

Bolstered by good people and readers to boot.