Rejection Is a Kidnapper

Rejection has kidnapped me ever since I was 11.

In the moments of youth and innocence,

I was taken away by the feelings of despair and survival.

When rejection kidnaps, it’s not very gracious to its victims.

It rarely feeds me but when it does,

It feeds me crumbs of lust and illusions, 

Hoping that I won’t realize I have been entrapped.

All I can do is be grateful that it cares for me enough to feed me.

I take the plate and proudly eat those crumbs,

Needing to survive one way or another.

Those crumbs don’t fulfill my hunger for long,

So I continuously beg for more.

Feed me with illusions, 

Give me big portions of lust,

I’ll take anything I can get.

Rejection offers me a cup of my own tears.

My appetite has become so small that I don’t think I can eat anything other than those crumbs.

Sarai R