Rejection Notice

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This image made me laugh. 🙂

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Rejection signals a wrong step

Being told no or worse, not acknowledged, a promise not kept, again

Waiting for the call that does not come

The preparations made that no one will see, the email saying it’s not you, its me

It is not a waste, it is actually kinda cool

What was lost, nothing, there was nothing there anyway

Some illusion of how it might be, hope’s bubble burst, but it’s just soap suspended in air

Nothing real, real things don’t go away, the ones you seek do what they say

The path you want is solid not paved with maybes, and yeah buts, and excuses, no’s

You are looking for the yes, the yes, the yes

Those are your people, that is your way, that’s how you know

Thank the Creator for the no, rejoice in it

Celebrate the truth, laugh in the face of it

It defines, it clarifies, it points the way, away

Rejection is a wrong step

That’s all

Be Groovy! 🙂

17 thoughts on “Rejection Notice

  1. DeRicki Johnson

    The image, so very French; the poem, so very thoughtful in its insight. This is abmissive to place in my vault…to be read after too many rejections. Thoroughly love this.

  2. Rejection is subjective. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. It might be a signal to work harder, the improve, but there are some who simply won’t like what you’re doing so you’re forced to press on.

  3. Rejection to me means try again but not today. There are only four openings in this choir, you have the fifth best voice. It means yes in another place, yes in another time, yes with another person.

      • Trying to get the 17 year old to see beyond such raw feelings. And the 45 year old’s as well. I tell my therapist, I feel terrible, but I know it is not really terrible. That almost makes it worse. To experience life as a child again, hmm sigh. Girly just rubbed her tofutti all over her hands, then licked them in frustration. Kissing salty tears, now.

    • Meka1971

      Your last sentence strengthens my own feelings about this piece. As I matured and really accepted this journey, I understand there is freedom in what I couldn’t have in the moment of expectation and I am able empower my Now, with a knowing what’s for me will be for me. Trust and Courage…

  4. The words SOUND so “both” (middle of the road, logical, accepting without the rejection being traumatic), and yet one line makes me feel there is a certain amount of denial happening: What was lost, nothing, there was nothing there anyway… That is black and white thinking, doesn’t allow for the humanness of both. This poem feels as if your real pain is hiding behind logic. Easier for you to say there was nothing there, than to face the painful truth of rejection. Your heart and soul are tender. Writing and love are the two most dangerous pathways in the world, I think… They can either make you or break you. Perhaps the only safe course is the world of gray that you talked about in your last poem. (just me thinking out loud here…)

    • I was thinking about several things at once. Sometimes a perceived rejection is just a hopeful fantasy dreamed up and not in line with what is possible and real. I think the denial is in trying to hold on to a ghost or a theoretical possibility. It leaves one focused on what is not and what won’t be. Sometimes spending years attempting to somehow make is not work. It can also be a denial of what can and will work. But that stuff is not present along the path of the same old same old. There are always more nos than yeses. Living in the deflation attached to an illusion or a hope that is not is the most hurtful denial. The cool thing about a no is that they don’t come unless one is seeking something new. The victory is in putting it out there and seeing what happens and being guided but what didn’t work.

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