Entry
#95
REJECTION DIARY:
Rejection
Poetry
Courtesy of a Nameless Reader
Sorrow fills the empty places....
Places that I once used to feel....
Only space separates my soul....
From the rest, I am cold...
Life is a great big stone that drags me to the grave...
In the great hands of God, I find myself a slave....
If this doesn't count as rejected....
I might as well be inspected....
*Nameless Reader
(actually, this reader probably has a name,
he or she just didn't include it with the letter).
Dear
Nameless Reader,
Roses
are Red
Violets Are Blue
Time might seem like your enemy
But it can be your best friend, too.
Not the most clever poem, but still, it needed to be said. Listen,
we all feel for you. Give yourself time to be sad, but then get
it together. Everything in life is temporary -- break-ups included.
Just beyond this storm of gloom is hope. It's there. I promse.
If you can't find the strength to see it and get there on your
own, then seek some professional help. As for the part about "Life
is a great big stone..." in your poem, that got me thinking.
Don't let that stone drag you down. Instead, do something nice
for yourself. Treat yourself to a hot stone massage (they're so
relaxing). Take care of you. It's time.
