Facing Rejection
POEM
In the quiet of the night, where dreams entwine,
A whisper of doubt, a solitary sign.
With ink-stained hands, I craft my heart’s refrain,
Yet the echo of silence can feel like a chain.
I send forth my verses, like birds taking flight,
Hoping to soar high, to spark some delight.
But the world turns away, like a ship lost at sea,
And the tides of the heart can be cruel, you see.
Each poem, a seed, longing for fertile ground,
Yet some seeds are scattered, never to be found.
The letters may tell me my passion’s in vain,
But still, in the shadows, a flicker remains.
For every closed door, there’s a lesson to learn,
A fire within me that flickers, then burns.
In rejection, I gather the strength to emerge,
To rise from the ashes, my spirit converged.
I learn to find beauty in the pain of the fall,
To listen to echoes, and to heed their call.
Each “no” is a stepping stone, not a wall,
A pathway to wisdom, where courage stands tall.
So I write through the heartache, I scribble through tears,
Transforming my sorrow, I conquer my fears.
For in facing rejection, I find my own voice,
Rebuilding, redefining, and learning to rejoice.
The journey of poets is paved with such strife,
Yet in every small heartbeat, we savor this life.
With each stroke of the pen, I craft my own fate,
Transforming rejection into something great.
