Rejection
Tell me— I thought I wanted—
but your hands are so cold,
the opposite of sunshine.
I imagined myself into
a thousand people
capable of being loved.
Avoided mirrors, photographs,
recordings
of the sound of my voice.
Then I stood too close—
and there, in your eyes,
was my reflection.
That’s all. Truth
is where everything
ends.
Although this poem isn’t new, I did just get a couple of rejections, so I figured it was time to post it! And, as you can see, it’s not exactly about having your work rejected. I don’t know what else to say than that – this is what rejection feels like.
