In rain I stand
All alone and wet
With rejections in my hand
Among all those rejections
One caught my eye
It looked so dull
So painful, so truthful
I feared it to be of the world
I feared it to be of my family
I feared it to be of everyone I love
I feared it
I opened it
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Three individuals emerged
Loathe , wrath and hate
I continued
And they took my shape
Inch to inch there resembled me
One of the them held my collar
The other stroke me down
And the three in unison
Shouted aloud
"We are you, created by you , turned against you"
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Now, In rain I stand
With broken ribs
With broken nose
I read them all
None came from others
All mine , my creation
With despair
I fill them all in a bag
On my shoulders
I carry them
All directions I walk
To miles and miles and miles
Each mile I crossed
It became heavier
I became weaker
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Then came an empty land
I decided to let go of it
I dug a pit
And pushed them all
It wasn't enough
So I dug deeper
Still wasn't enough
And I dug and dug
But still it wasn't enough
With no option left
I carried them all
Again to miles and miles and miles
To mountains, valleys , rivers and deserts
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Now I walk and walk and walk
The sun shone , the sun set
The land dried
The rains came by
And with each mile
My bag grew heavier
Now all I am left
Is me and my bag
Full of rejections
All mine!
~𝘈𝘯𝘫𝘪