Rejection's Darkest Room

Words, like arrows, find a hardened shield,

A heart entombed, where hate's the field.

No plea, no reason, can pierce the night,

Where shadows dance and reason takes no flight.

A futile chase for favor, lost in vain,

To shift the storm, to calm the endless rain.

But growth unfurls in unexpected ways,

Beyond the need for fickle, fleeting praise.

Let echoes fade of voices harsh and cold,

Discover strength in stories yet untold.

For in the quiet, wisdom starts to bloom,

Untethered from rejection's darkest room.