Following on from last week’s post poem about rejection, here is another one I wrote about struggling with the desire to quit.

How do you know
When its time to say goodbye,
When to proudly pin “The quitter” to your chest?
Is it braver to push on
Watching love grow old and cold,
Or more truthful to let passion find its rest?

I have held my pen at arms
Gritted teeth against rejection,
Sought perfection from the words I bled in ink.
I have held my head up high,
Spat “push on, the sky is yours”
Doors will open, just as long as you don’t sink.

But so long I’ve felt the fraudster
I belong with fleeting passions
Steady beating faithful hearts are not my way.
Yes, I love one day a poem,
Then a language, then a song,
Is it wrong to watch my interests ebb and sway?

I will leave the goal to others
Mothers heaving golden children
I will catch my death as soon as catch my dream.
But I will not close the door,
I prefer it left ajar
Loves are never quite as hopeless as they seem.