Rejected—-
Is a very beautiful word,
It meanders somewhere along your hippocampus
And your sight
To Carry it,
When you look at your reflection
That you don’t even own
In the mirror,
it can crack and
remake cartilage,
And it smashes your bones,
The ligaments and the tissue,
The very atoms of You,
But carries a new
DNA structure in between the grating tone,
To recreate YOU,
For THEM,
And that’s very beautiful, isn’t it?
I can change it,
The definition
Of beautiful
If I want.
Because I can still use
The old cracked
Bones
And somewhere
Meandering
Within my hippocampus,
I can pick out the parts
I reject (you reject)
And it’ll be
Beautiful,
And truly,
I’ll remake
That tissue
And remake
The feeling
And the words
To finally see
How well you finally
Remade
That mixed up pile of
Cracked up
Rejection.
It’s beautiful
I know,
You see
The parts of yourself
You reject,
You put them on me,
And they become us,
And that’s beautiful,
But like dead leaves,
I realized that
They’ll be fine on the ground
Rejected by the tree;
They will become a part of the earth,
and become something new.
So I pick up
My tired old bones,
Cracked but not broken,
And pick up a old dead leaf,
Heading
Toward
The new
Beautiful horizon,
The word rejection
Never again
In my
Vocabulary.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous will be published by Eukalypto
& Atonement will be released this August by JMS Books
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