The words we fear hearing,
Rejection pierces the heart
And then for a moment we’re abeyant
Everything in a slow revolve,
But falling, really,
Like petals to the ground.
Perpetuity and pain, it’s worse.
A pain that constantly grapples,
Eyes that go blank, legs that wobble
Shaky hands, a mind focused on one word,
No, No, and more ‘No’s. It echoes
A reminder that,
Just like petals to the ground.
But with time, we triumphed
Channeling distress into positivity
No longer were we petals to the ground,
No longer were we frozen in time.
And the mind? It was a haven of restored purpose.
Like petals to the ground we fell,
Now we bloom, and sway with the wind.
That it is well.