Rejection

Fri, 03/01/2019 - 08:42 -- breemk

Five. 

Counting the breaths bursting from my lips 

Trembling, remembering 

Thoughts a riptide rushing, screaming at me 

 

Four. 

Cry out to stop 

I can’t just keep pushing 

Choking on the words that want to jump out 

Instead knotting in my throat 

 

Three.   

Breathe, what’s the harm? 

The twisting in my stomach,  

Is just a figment of my imagination 

Trying to hold me back 

 

 Two. 

In I go, nausea building  

And yet I keep pressing,  

The only way I’ll get past this is by taking the dive 

Otherwise it’ll only be seen in my dreams 

 

One.  

Over and done with 

Nowhere near as bad as I anticipated 

A gentle set of eyes trained on mine 

My hopes voiced into words from another 

There was nothing to fear. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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