Self-rejection sounds like the great name
for a poem, but my own self-doubt
won’t even permit me to pen a few awkward lines.
I lock a chain on my words even before
they have a chance to form in my mind,
trek down my arm and through my fingers.
I’m annoyed at my inability to forget
the lies I learnt as a child–
rejection and failure diminish your value.
The fear of failure and rejection now hold me back, but
is there anything sadder than self-rejection?
Despite the possibility that I might fail, if I don’t try at all
the answer will always be no.
Have you ever disqualify yourself creatively before you even started? Me too, but I’m continually learning how to push past that. People might reject us or what we create, but let’s never reject ourselves.