Rejection

There is a tender bleeding

A pool of sorrow in my chest

Dribbling from my heartstrings

As they rupture, becoming weaker

 

There is a restless thunder

Gathering in my hard limbs

Desiring to push off and run

Into the prairie’s cold breezes

 

There is a welling of water

Salt and tears dwell on my eyelids

Only to be wiped quickly

As no one will care to notice

 

There is a turning away

Walking into an angel’s arms

For only they can console me

With the pain I now know

 

Rejection my unkind master

Stings my sensitive soul

I can no longer dwell here

My back to the wind, I fly away

 

© 2018 Valerie Hathaway

 

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