Rejections appear subtilely,
through sly remarks, no one else reads.
At times it crashes abruptly,
planting deep routed doubtful seeds.
Why is it so hard to be kind?
Does it feel good to pass on strife?
Can open eyes have hearts so blind?
Do peoples grief fulfill dull lives?
Rejection murders confidence,
eliminates hopes and condemns,
a gift of great incompetence,
afraid opinions may contend.
How do poor feelings rule strong minds?
Why are wrongs kept while good vibes hide?
Can negative thoughts be assigned?
Do fears derive from deep inside?
Rejections hurt then gain control,
most often they are self imposed,
profound reflections from the soul,
healed once exposed, so they are shown.
Can insecurities find cures?
If intentions are clearly pure?
Will self expressions rest secure?
So inner whispers reassure.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
