Magical Words

As rejection scorched high up the sky like the sun every day

It slowly drained away the positivity I carried in my heart 

Failure tormented my senses 

Wrote and rewrote contents endlessly

To create a place for me in the literary word

But the quality slowly dipped further down

More rejections followed 

Decided to keep my pen aside for sometime

As time flew quickly like a passing breeze 

That breeze gave chills to my spine 

Creating doubts about myself

And stirred up fear of never returning back 

Like the dawn of the sun

Dissipating darkness 

Those words illuminated my dark mind

Rekindled the fire of passion

And pushed me forward

"Grow, grow, grow yourself to outgrow expectations on your own pace".