Poetry
The Zeal
A Poem
Sometimes… You are vulnerable. Even a straw seems a lifeline. You reach out and catch hold of it. You aim for the moon and the stars.
Ofttimes… Because of the temporary lifeline you’ve got, you consider yourself essential and important. You have this phantasy and false pride about yourself.
Then… You wish for trust and loyalty. You crave for attention and affection. You just desire respect, a slight respect. You want an unconditional understanding.
And… You hang in there with lots of hope. You still aim for the moon and the stars.
Then… One fine day, like the wilted leaves of a tree, you fall from the amazing heights of your phantasy and false pride… Though you try to hang on as much as you can, you fall… You simply fall on the earth — confused, tossed and abandoned…
And thereon… for you….
Enduring rejections isn’t a big deal. Since you’ve done so all your life, you continue to do it with a Zeal.
Copyright © 2022 — A.H. Mehr
I take rejection as someone blowing a bugle in my ear to wake me up and get going, rather than retreat — Sylvester Stallone




