The Hurt from Your Rejection: The Weight of Being Unchosen
🩹 A Shattered Heart
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| 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
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.
