Feb 14, 2019
2 hits on the psyche.
Two hits on the psyche, consecutive, after each other/
One hopes that such musings aren’t a bother/
Zeroing in on negativity is ne’er good/
No one likes a holler/
It’s never a good feeling to be rejected from applications/
It would be remiss of my to diss their opinions from their positions/
It’d be best to stop my brood/
It likely means I still need to grow, change, find a solution!/
All I can do is count my blessings, for tommorrow starts with me/
All things get bettter, once understood/
Hopefully, it shan’t be/
A hit number three.
[First time writing something akin to poetry after rejections from two job applications. It’s nothing special, but at least it’s cathartic]
