Stifle

Stifle

Her excitement she couldn’t stifle

Seeing her manuscript’s arrival

With long hours, some tears shed

Thoughts swirling through her head

An exhilarating moment for sure

An instant to enjoy feeling secure

In the knowledge she had merit

And she could certainly cherish

All the kind words sent her way

Her book was now on display

All the naysayers could jump in the lake

As she sat sipping coffee, eating cake

With a smile of sheer enjoyment

She whooped aloud her excitement

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

4 Replies to “Stifle”

    1. Awe thanks. Actually I wasn’t writing about me however the shoe fits, I’ve written and published 2 mystery novels and 1 poetry novel. I’m awaiting a flood of sales, smirk smirk smirk

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