Aspiring Poet, heartfelt thoughts.I have Just Discovered that I can write

 Here we go again. Another rejection letter. Another polite, carefully worded dismissal of my work, my skills, my potential. I read it, let out a slow breath, and set it down with the others. Each one feels like a weight pressing down, but deep down, I know something they don’t: I know what I can do. If only given the chance. I’m not new to rejection. It’s a feeling I’ve grown familiar with—one that has tested my patience, my resolve, and sometimes even my confidence. But if there’s one thing rejection hasn’t done, it hasn’t broken me. If anything, it’s built me into someone stronger. I know my worth, even if they don’t see it yet. I think of the greats—Walt Disney, who was told he lacked imagination. J.K. Rowling, who received rejection after rejection before her words changed the world. Thomas Edison, who failed thousands of times before finally creating something that changed the course of history. What if they had let rejection define them? What if they had walked away from the...