
1,000 Rejections
Nov 3 · 1 min read
I used to think I’m kind
and with my kindness I thought I’d get
away and so much
of what I deserved,
until I experienced the vices of cruelty
and my cruelty shattered
the stranger and the friend,
I sat in silence and thought to myself:
“Here, I have been cruel —
I can be cruel.”
I looked around me for signs
to feed an instinctive voice
and heard the early bird song
welcoming another day
so I learned
something must be kinder.
We must wait per se,
for all good things to grow.
I wish to be a fisherman or a monk.

