Self Rejection

Self rejection is my shadow,

and my mirror reflection.

It awakens me in the morning

and lulls me to sleep at night.

Its a curse given to me like a birthright.

This self-rejection of mine is clear.

No soothing words from it do I here.

Only a whisper of ugliness.

Trusting it as if carved in stone.

For I was made in the image of the past.

I am held bondage to its grasp.

A loner because of it.

Shall I look upon my face,

to try and see something new?

Its true I am stuck in this birth right.

Normalcy out of sight.

Instead I am blinded by the light,

of my own self-rejection.

Linda Booth


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