Rejection

We crave connection,

a force that outweighs all else,

drawn to a beacon,

though flawed, it holds great worth,

and our hope is vast, immense.

Clutching these thoughts,

held in my hand,

they slip away, word by word,

like grains of sand.

Fragile and raw

frustration blooms, born of loss.

My skills,

as yesterday's rain,

evaporate into an invisible mist.

No one seems to want to embrace

this unique combination of who I am.

There's no need

in another person's heart

and soul.

It seems, stirs,

something lurks beneath,

twisting reality.

No one desires

to be in this spot naturally

and I sought this.

It was my doing

my choice alone.

I knew this might happen.

I'd expected as much, at least

for a little while.

I missed my chance

ignoring clues, losing respect.

What do I do now? I regret

speaking up so soon.

“Never again!” I vow

for the countless time,

wasting precious moments.

But the true loser

is on the other side,

refusing to accept

free advice.

Too bad.

He's oblivious to what he's missing,

across the world,

where an olive grove

faces the sea and flourishes,

shielding his small world

from wild tempests outside,

unseen in his own home.

He believes

he's won it all.

That, of course, is his error.