I Will Go On

In my palms
I hold my heart
softly beating,
aching, bleeding.

This is what
rejection feels like.

I must go on.

Brush it off
the dust and hurt,
pull out the knife
you put there.

I can go on.

Washing it
with tears
I fold away the fear,
this is not
the end.

I will go on.





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