I think most writers have a dark day,
A day when the quill will not quiver,
Or a day where the work does not stir.
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A day where you question your reasons,
Where no writing seems good enough,
And every day feels like the off season.
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When you apply yourself endlessly,
And see nothing but a sea of rejection,
These are the hardest days to me.
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No recognition from competitions,
Fading slowly and silently into obscurity,
Where you think your work ought to be.
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Without some kind of recognition,
Writers so often loose their passion,
And see no point in carrying on.
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Show appreciation to those you like,
Something to give that dopamine spike,
And let them know you are there and care.

©The Pesky Poet

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