The Phoenix's Song

In a world of shadows, she wandered alone,
A heart heavy with dreams, but rejected, unknown.
Each door slammed shut, each path met with thorns,
Yet, she held onto hope, though her spirit was worn.

Like a lone wolf howling at the indifferent moon,
She sang silent songs, her spirit a haunting tune.
Through valleys of doubt and mountains of fear,
She pressed on, though rejection drew near.

Her tears became rivers, her doubts the cold wind,
Yet, deep in her soul, a fire burned, undimmed.
She forged ahead, like a diamond through heat,
Knowing that struggles make victories sweet.

In the depths of despair, she found a hidden strength,
A light in the darkness, a journey of great length.
With each rejection, her resolve grew tall,
Like a mighty oak weathering storms, standing tall.

And when the world seemed to whisper "you're not enough,"
She whispered back, "I am worthy of love."
Like a phoenix rising from ashes, she soared,
A tapestry of resilience, her story untold.

In a crescendo of courage, her voice rang clear,
A symphony of triumph, dispelling every fear.
For in the crucible of rejection's cruel test,
She found her true worth, her spirit at rest.

So let this be a tale of the ones who fight on,
Who turn rejection to strength, till the darkness is gone.
For in the heart of each struggle, a seed of hope lies,
Ready to bloom, reaching for the skies.