A wall of brick and concrete
Mortared by doubts
From the rejections gliding into the inbox
Constructed with words pertaining to the fitness of your craft
Slaughtering ideas, plot, and dialogue
Chocking creativity and murdering epilogues
Disillusioning you in a world
To believe the hundreds of paragraphs
Whimsical metaphors
And lyrical lines
You birthed are fit for the trash
Questioning your ability to write
Thinking you should lock the door to the mystical kingdom
That abides hidden in the channels of your mind
And throw away the key to this secret world
Left with one meandering, or you talented or just delusional.

Photography courtesy of Alexa Mazzarello