Clouds of failure have formed on my sky
Dooming my day
Making me hide as I lie
That my examiner told me a nay
And great strides passed me by
Is an arrow that pierces my soul a hundred times.
Thoughts of failure consumes me
That I, with all grandness faced rejection makes me see
That what I see is not what others see
When the spirits that lights my being burns bright
When the competence that drives my soul is so right
At last, putting one’s future in the hands of another can be dicey
But what will be will be
And the end of life justifies the means
Probably rejecters will regret
When the little voices say
You should have had a hand in that success.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.