
premeditated
first drop of silent fear
flows its course
premeditated
first drop of silent fear
flows its course
Awaken???
I have seen far too much
To want to be alive
Inhale?
You ask me to breathe the air
There is none to breathe
Look?
See again the horrors
My life has seen them all
Feel?
No – My heart was broken once
My skin peeled back
Leave Me!
My world without feeling
Is better when you are gone
Thanks to Fee Easton for the sharing your photography with us at One Shoot Sunday today. The above photograph is just one sample shared with One Stop Poetry
Loveless – Who Cares?
Is the sign she read
over the person
who wished he was dead
Loveless – Who Cares
get off the ground
pick up the pieces
stop moping around
Loveless – Who Cares?
no one is there
to comfort you
in an hour of despair
Loveless – Who cares?
life is empty
shades of gray
doesn’t matter anyway
Loveless – Who Cares?
there is nothing left
no hugs or smiles
so – you’re bereft
Loveless – Who Cares?
fill an empty space
no one will notice
if I leave this place
thanks for the photo:
There are so many forms of rejection.
As a writer, the most common form of rejection is when your work isn’t picked out from among the crowd. Rejection in any form has a sting. No one welcomes rejections – that is a certainty.
Divorce is like a prism of rejection. There is so much rejection it gets flung into the environment From a child’s perspective the parent leaves because they don’t love the child. In other words rejecting the child for greener pastures. Why? The child can’t understand why adults can’t be adult and get along or patch up their differences after all isn’t that why they are adults?
How many times does a guy or a girl feel rejection when the ax falls on the relationship? It can be too much – the prevalent thought – “No one will ever love me again.” The rejection can be the knife that cuts through the marrow leaving a bleeding and wounded heart.
How do we deal with rejection?
Some people use rejection as an excuse for “getting even.”
A girl or guy, after a break up, may never look at a relationship quite the same. If pain comes at the end why enter into it at all. “Come on love is fleeting” some may surmise.
As a child, I learned to mask my feelings of rejection by creating an impervious shell. The shell masked my feelings and kept people who wanted to love me out. After all I had learned that love hurts – why embrace something painful. I realize now that pain is part of life -being numb or apathetic closes out all the joys of life.
What can we learn from rejection?
Rejection happens but we don’t need to build a fort around our lives or try to protect our feelings center to keep rejection from happening again. Rejection can make us more sensitive to others or very callous to others in pain. Can we escape rejection in this life? I think not!
My daughter is auditioning for a summer musical. About sixty to ninety teens will audition for twelve lead parts. Some will experience the ecstasy of “you made it” but a much larger crowd will be asked to play bit roles and be the chorus. She nailed her audition and got called back. So now she will be among twenty actors and actresses who will wait to get the thumbs up or the rejection call. As an actress, she knows part of the drama is the rejection in some ways making getting the part that much sweeter.
So what is the answer? Not being sensitive, not caring or is there something else that can sooth the savage beast of rejection?
The Antidote to Rejection
I have a hero who dealt with rejection in an amazing way. He was ridiculed by family members, his culture, the leaders in his society. A friend turned him in to the local authorities on false charges – money was enough to turn this friend’s heart cold. My hero didn’t ridicule or spit out seething insults – he took the blame though it wasn’t his. He bore the pain of the multitudes.He loved those who hated him.
I realized through his example that the antidote to rejection is timeless – SELFLESS LOVE
Photo:Turning up roses by Todd Huffman (Creative Commons)
I opted out
of life today
what is it anyway?
what the hay
*
so much out there
so unreal
what’s the deal?
so surreal
**
But I’d rather
take this day
with a child play
with an elderly stay
***
Come let’s
break the mold
read stories untold
watch life unfold
****
Give all you can
to others
be the best
you can!!!
Photo: By Lentastudios
License: Creative Commmons
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
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my humanity in written form
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