In the realm of hearts, where emotions reside,Lies a tale of rejection, where wounds coincide.A poem I shall weave, with words bittersweet,To capture the essence of hearts incomplete.

Rejected, a word that stings like a thorn,A wound inflicted, where hope is torn.The heart, once hopeful, now heavy with pain,Navigating a world where love seems in vain.

In tender moments, when vulnerability blooms,Rejection swoops in, casting shadows and gloom.A fragile soul, reaching out for connection,Met with indifference, a cruel disaffection.

Oh, rejection, you wear a merciless guise,Leaving scars on hearts, where love once thrived.But amidst the anguish, there’s strength to be found,For rejection’s lessons, though harsh, are profound.

For in the depths of rejection’s cruel embrace,We learn resilience, and find our own grace.We rise from the ashes, with spirits unbowed,Embracing our worth, amidst rejection’s shroud.

Rejection, a teacher, though harsh in its tone,Guides us to paths where we truly belong.It fuels the fire within, igniting our drive,To seek out acceptance, where our hearts can thrive.

So let not rejection define who we are,For we are warriors, shining bright as a star.Through the pain and the hurt, we’ll rise above,Embracing our worth, with a heart full of love.

For rejection, though painful, is but a small part,Of the journey we tread, with a resilient heart.And in the end, when love’s sweet embrace we find,Rejection will fade, leaving only strength behind.