It is Rejection’s Ire which crouches beneath during the holidays <br />it is long lived and memory-filled and surfaces so easily, <br />belying my belief that it’s negativities had long since died; <br />unknowing it rushes back to me at odd times <br />especially during the holidays; <br />but I veteran that I now am <br />caught it creeping through <br />confronted it <br />boxed its ears <br />sending it back to it’s ugly hovel- <br />not to ruin this year- <br />this Season’s Cheer <br /> <br /> <br />and I, and my mind, <br />took <br /> <br />Silent Solace <br />renewing the Season’s Joy <br />which is to be <br />now and tomorrow, <br /> <br />Rejection Free; <br /> <br />self and others <br />allowing space all around <br />instead to be filled <br />with Forgiving <br />Love’s Herald <br />and Predecessor: <br />and for Truth <br />my Silent Secret Salvation. <br /> <br />My ringing toast, thus this year <br />will sound for itself much louder <br />for having drowned out <br />the clanging clatter <br />of Rejection's Cruel Ire. <br /> <br />And I shall be at my best <br />for all of it.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rejection-s-ire/
