Monday, February 20, 2006

re: jection

due to her fear of feeling rejection

she became an expert at its detection

but when the rejection was perfidious

it then became insidious

and harder to pin down

yet it pinned her to the ground

struggling again to arise

this time with open eyes

she recognized its stealth

and dusted off herself

shaking her head in disbelief

while dealing with the grief

all the time she cried

while salvaging her pride

 

 

 

 

 

 

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