G-Q4MZR7EZ43 The Unspoken Bloom: Poem on Rejection: The Hurt from Your Rejection and Fragile Hope Shattered
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Poem on Rejection: The Hurt from Your Rejection and Fragile Hope Shattered

 

The Hurt from Your Rejection: The Weight of Being Unchosen

🩹 A Shattered Heart

A dreamlike, sun-drenched forest glade with weeping willow trees and falling pink and white petals. In the foreground, an open book rests on a mossy stone, with the text "What a Shame to let You Go and Lost Paradise" written on the right page. Next to the book is a small wooden easel holding a canvas that displays a painting of the very same forest scene, creating a "frame within a frame" effect. The lighting is soft, golden, and ethereal.
What a shame to let go of a paradise this beautiful. If you could step into any painting, where would you go? 🖼️💫


A Fragile Hope Shattered

A fragile hope, a whispered plea, 

I laid my heart, exposed, to see if kinship’s spark,

 or tender grace, might find a home within your space.

 But in the pause, the glance, the word, 

a different, chilling truth occurred.

It wasn't malice, harsh and stark, 

no burning flame, no hateful mark.


The Chilling Truth of Gentle Distance


Just gentle distance, quiet, firm, a lesson learned,

 a sudden germ of understanding, cold and clear, 

that settled deeply, rooted here.

The air grew thin, the light withdrew, 

as what I dreamt became untrue.

 A silence echoed, vast and wide, 

where once my brightest feelings vied for recognition, 

warm and bright, now fading in the gathering night.


Dreams Untrue, A Rooted Understanding

It’s not the 'no' that cuts so deep, but all the futures I would keep,

The phantom smiles, the paths Untroden, 

The whispered dreams, submitted to God, 

That vanish, like the morning mist, by your gentle, firm, unloving tryst.


A hollow ache, a subtle sting, 

the broken chord of what might sing. 

The hurt from your rejections' hand,

 not violent, but a shifting sand, 

where aspirations built so high, 

just crumble underneath the sky.


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