When you write your Prose do you hold your nose or need a garden hose, Heaven only knows!
Do other's hang on your every word or in their minds do they flip you the bird?
Praise from other's is highly regarded but a rebuke from some is quickly discarded, disenchanted lovers from you have departed, oh for some soothing balm for those who are broken hearted.
Was it love me and I'll love you or just keep the other's in que? Your goal of success may be put to rest with someone else being the best. Boo hoo, your ego and pride got swept aside, they married another and left you devastated, and sadness was your brother.
You say ok I'll smash the clay, start from the beginning and rise to a new day, failure will not steal my heart away. It is a new me you see, I'm writing my poetry and I'm filled with glee, he he.
My crumpled rejected words hit the floor but my talent comes alive, my Prose has come to life, filled with dreams and the gentle waves licking the shore.
Hello world it's me again, having learned great lessens that only life's experiences can teach, humility has become my friend and now pride has met its end.
A poet has a lot to battle with and the one he/she battles with the most and frequently is with their Ego! It does come crashing down one day and he/she will sit back and tell ego to hang on and to get far ahead!
I like how you have penned this without making it sound harsh. You have used humor and wit and gave this write imagery and laughter..well done!