The putrid stench of rejection
Turns my stomach a wreck
A cloud, a shroud
A cloak of despair wraps me
My doubts amplified
My ‘I told you so’
Blaring inside of my head
I flush at the thought
I ever thought good enough
My heart sunk to my feet
Heavy to continue
Anchored in quitting
But you
My champion
Number one supporter
Encourage and spur on
Get me to try again
It isn’t a never
Just not yet
You don’t need to give up
You need more practice
And slowly
I drag my heart forward again
Debbie Gravett © 2020.11.30
FOWC: Putrid
RDP: Flush
Image by Bernhard Stärck from Pixabay
Supportive people make it all worth it. 🙂
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And if we can’t find them, we be them. Have a fantastic day.
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definitely love. reminding me to never give up
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Thank you. Have a beautiful day.
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