How Do I Deal With Rejection

I gather the stars in my trembling hands, Though one by one they fall. The night does not ask why I grieve— It simply listens to all. A whisper lost in the willow’s breath, A shadow on the sea, I speak my sorrow to the wind, And let it carry me. The roses close when day is done, But bloom again at dawn— So too must I, though wilted now, Learn to carry on. Not every heart will echo mine, Nor every flame will stay— But still I hold the light inside, And walk my quiet way.