Rejection isn't a verdict. It's a redirection. It keeps your standards high, your focus clean, and your resolve sharper. Treat each no as data. Learn from it, refine your approach, and move forward with discipline. The next opportunity often rewards the steadiness built right here. That's professionalism under pressure. And that's how momentum is built.
Despised by all, I wandered lone and far,
A nameless shade beneath life's coldest star.
By scorn condemned, by fortune left behind,
No gentle hand, nor sympathetic mind.
The world beheld me as a lesser kind,
A fleeting ghost no heart would seek to find.
In rags I trod through misery and dole,
While silent sorrows gnawed upon my soul.
I knocked on doors that never did unbar,
And called for mercy where no mercies are.
The wind alone replied unto my cry,
As empty heavens watched my spirit sigh.
No roof defended me from rain or frost,
No friend remained to mourn what life had lost.
I breathed the bitter air of grief and pain,
And thirsted under heaven's scanty rain.
From murky streams I drew my meagre drink,
And fed on crumbs that brought me to the brink.
Each passing day consumed what strength remained,
Till flesh and bone with suffering were stained.
My trembling lips could scarcely form a prayer,
My faltering heart beat faintly in despair.
The light withdrew from out my weary eyes,
And every sound dissolved beneath the skies.
My limbs grew weak, my blood ran pale and slow,
As death approached with solemn step and glow.
There at the threshold of the final night,
I waited still for one small spark of light.
Yet none appeared, nor voice, nor saving hand;
Thus faded I, forgotten by the land.
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