Lying After Rejection
I lay there, stretched across time,
My body heavy with surrender.
Lethargy wrapped around my breath,
Helplessness settling deep in bone.
My body heavy with surrender.
Lethargy wrapped around my breath,
Helplessness settling deep in bone.
Weak—
Unclaimed.
Unworthy.
A body gone slack,
A pulse barely remembering life.
Unclaimed.
Unworthy.
A body gone slack,
A pulse barely remembering life.
I kept falling,
Not through space, but through meaning.
Words deserted me.
Dignity dissolved.
Hope died quietly,
And grief finished what it began.
Not through space, but through meaning.
Words deserted me.
Dignity dissolved.
Hope died quietly,
And grief finished what it began.
This mortal shell
Held only sorrow.
Joy had long departed,
Leaving wounds
Where the soul once learned to sing.
Held only sorrow.
Joy had long departed,
Leaving wounds
Where the soul once learned to sing.
Still, I asked the dark:
Is there a speck of love
Strong enough to undo disaster,
To lift each torment from my chest,
To cleanse the weight of every sin?
Is there a speck of love
Strong enough to undo disaster,
To lift each torment from my chest,
To cleanse the weight of every sin?
Yet in the end,
I was still lying there—
Breathing, waiting,
Foolish enough to believe
That perfection might arrive
And find me first.
I was still lying there—
Breathing, waiting,
Foolish enough to believe
That perfection might arrive
And find me first.
(This poem was written in the quiet aftermath of rejection—when failure felt heavier than it should, and silence spoke louder than reason.)
