I received 5 rejection letters and 0 acceptances in 2 weeks

Somehow I am supposed to feel dejected. Worry about form@ & structure.
Doubt my non-creative, no-Masters education. Forget my poems were born 
out of real and resolute emotions. My words are certain and unashamed 
of themselves. Somehow they arrived at their destinations. Pecked editors’ 
lips, fell in the reverie of silent rooms, vacillating between yeses and hard nos. 
Should I regret that five souls read my work? And that one empathized, 
we understand that the last thing you need during these difficult times is 
more bad news when he rejected a piece on grieving my dead stepfather? 
Why bother? A dismissal means an acceptance elsewhere.  This string of 
rejected lines could be beads in another’s rosary.  Rise, a body out there is 
falling. Somewhere, someone is wearing a lonely pair of shoes, wondering
does anyone else know what walking in these feels like?