Poem: Rejection

Stinging like the barb of a hornet,

Heckles on my neck, shocked, stand upright.

I’m in disbelief.

Stormy skies swirl above me,

My mind, clouded with an overcast of doubt.

Why didn’t they just pick me?

I thought I was good enough,

But what good is water if absent in a drought?

Is this pain permanent or temporary?

Do I have what it takes to succeed?

Or is it time to remove my mask?

Rejection  – such a daunting thing,

Making a mouse of a man in any task. 

But can it make a man out of me?