Rejecting the Reject

It contains infinite power. No it's not a genie, or God. It's a thin envelope, containing black powder fused onto a white abyss of paper.

The word "sorry" lacks any empathetic power next to "not" and "chosen."

There's a voice inside that overpowers truth and reason imposing the emotions of a reject upon me.

A tiny glowing speck floats in and reminds me that behind the ominous dark monster remains something bigger.

I muster the effort to shuffle my heavy feet backwards. Far enough so I can see the Hope twinkling on the outskirts of dejection. The radiant light reminds me of the beauty that comes from risk, adventure, and faith.

I give the rejected monster a hug. Tell her it's okay. We weren't rejected, just prepared for greater paths.

We join hands, and dance to the music of aspiration, as the thin envelope with it's black powder fused paper floats into the distance.