Recycled
Without warning
The chilly wind of rejection
Blustered
Sweeping away a lifetime
Of laughter and love
Fragments of a life blown apart
Jagged and sharp
scraping and scratching
at unhealed wounds
Still leaving their bloody trails
Redacted, reused and then recycled
Shelf life expired
Dispensed without further regard
Callously and cruelly
cast away
Darkness would come soon
The relief of blackness
Veiling a pain-stricken face
Not wanting to remember
The ghosts from a past best forgotten
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This is incredibly hard-hitting and poignant, Christine! Yes, some things are best left forgotten. 💝💝
Indeed Sanaa. Dead and buried 👍☺️
So sad to end up like this… still there must be an opening somewhere.
Hopefully out and away 😦
Raw with the pain of past rejection. Yes, “best forgotten.”
Pax,
Dora
Thanks so much Dora. I always appreciate it ☺️💕
Poetry for Healing sounds good. Thank you 😊🌍
Thank you ☺️
You are welcome
Oh, this is raw, Christine: that pain of rejection cuts deep: until we learn to accept ourselves 🙂
Thanks so much Ingrid ☺️💕
Pulsating with raw pain! So well expressed, Christine.
Well I felt every word, and those words are powerful…..yes, is tough, and it really is…
Thanks Ain. I’m so pleased it resonated with you. ☺️💕
The last two lines are the ultimate truth.
Thank you Reena. I agree ☺️
A great poem, Christine. Life has a way of throwing us curve balls. We have seen it sweep away many smiles this past year or two.
Yes Dwight a definite increase in suffering the past few years. Thank you ☺️
You are welcome!
A heartbreaking poem Christine.
It is sad isn’t it? Thanks Sadje ☺️💕
You’re welcome!