Her confidence shriveled to fit the standard manila 9.5" x 4.125" coffin, cushioned by the canned message that a communications nerd penned, unfeelingly.
Rejected - Again.
It didn’t seem to matter that she had mentally prepared herself for this – her worst case scenario. It still stung like a wild hornet feasting on her DNA.
Lighter, that’s what it feels like when you’re stripped of the goals that drive you forward.
One down, two more to go. Until the calm returns, she’ll hide behind pleasant smiles and sugar coated niceness – all the while nursing the limping dream within.
At times like this, logic escapes the soul. And this state of slow submersion, feels eternal. Caught somewhere between the folds of that letter, was her rising nightmare.
She will survive. Because, rejection eventually fuels dreams that are real.
I just hope that she knows this for herself.
1 comment:
i hope so too!
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