A Patient Friend

I walk the path where doors stay closed,  

where whispers say, "You are not the one."  

Yet every "No" the world has posed  

is just a step—I'm not undone.  

At first, it burned, a bitter taste,  

a weight that made my spirit bend.  

But now I see, it's not a waste—  

Rejection is a patient friend.  

It sharpens will, it tests the mind,  

it humbles pride, it builds the skin.  

To love the "No" is to unwind  

the fear that keeps the dream within.  

So let me laugh when I am turned,  

let me embrace the doors that close.  

For every scar is something earned,  

and every fall, a seed that grows.