Rejected

[Esther]

Suddenly the new kid

I know not a soul yet

Except for ones that torment

Someone they’ve just barely met

 

I make some friends later on

But I’m not sure how real they are

I’m insecure in my place with them

Not feeling quite on par

 

In high school now

This one is really not my type

I don’t fit in at all

Not getting all the hype

 

Eventually I have a close clique

But hate them deep down

Everyone else has great friends

Only mine make me frown

 

Finally – a group that I like

But though we love to share

They’ve all got their best friends

I’m extra, just the spare

 

Then my family decides

To all but reject me

Put down, pushed away

I have no place to be

 

Each wound is still fresh

When it’s torn open some more

Burned, whipped and stabbed

Twisted ’til I’m so sore

 

When it’s too much to take

And I writhe in agony

Unable to go on as I let

The pain take over completely

 

Sure that no one can ever

Stitch up these gashes

No bandage big enough for my bruises

Or cream to soothe countless lashes

 

Then I’m reminded of the One

Who can fix all those parts

He can smooth over my scars

Because – He’s the true Healer of hearts.

[Sury]

Esther…I’m tearing up…

Your words speak of deep anguish and unreal resilience to rise above your pain, and heal by way of placing your broken heart in Hashem’s hands.

This poem touches me. I relate so well to some parts of it…I was the new girl too…and the high school part…chills.

You inspire me. Keep on writing!

[Anagrammer]

Whoa, this is painful! I can relate to a lot of it, too. Ouch. The end is so comforting and empowering. Thank you…