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  • I am so shattered and
    so needlessly empty I
    thought I had a chance I
    was so expectant. Where
    did that chance go?

    The story was perfect.
    My heart was fully engaged;
    And my soul; my peers gave me
    loving feedback and my
    hope was pure.

    The day came to celebrate
    that I had won an award,
    but that sweet dream was jarred;
    rewards that never came
    before stayed away

    I am usually very philosophical about entering competitions; but I was very excited about a poem that I put on a site I have submitted many stories and poems to over the last six months. The comments were visible for 2 months, but not the voting. I had more comments than all the other entries and I allowed myself to start planning how I would spend the prize money. Not a good idea!
    Needless to say I did not even come third and I was very disappointed. One person had given me a grade 2 instead of grade 5 that every other voter had given me.
    I licked my emotional wounds for two days and then I wrote this poem. I do not wallow in self pity, I just found it very cleansing to write my feelings in a poem.
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