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?