Unearthing Hidden Struggles: The Haunting Truth Behind JD DeHart’s “Overwhelmed”
Ever wonder what it feels like to have your poem politely turned away with a bland “we’re just too full” excuse? Like a bard knocking on a slightly overcrowded door — but no room inside, no nod, no critique, just a silent shuffle back to the corner with a bitter coffee in hand. This little poem-cargo culticle perfectly captures that peculiar dance between a creator’s hope and the unforgiving reality of literary submissions. Yet here’s the twist — instead of sulking in rejection’s shadow, it slips out, stretches, naps, and rises fresh, daring to knock again… and again… and again. Because really, what’s the alternative — silently folding a poem like a wilted leaf? That’s not our style, right? Dive into this cheeky yet honest glimpse at poetic persistence, where overflowing inboxes meet relentless optimism.
I’m sorry we are
simply over-full, a bladder
of poems bursting.
