Celestial Dust by Michele Fraichard
Rejection’s Hand
Crippling snare grabbed digits,
pulling into despair.
Fear tore a racing heart,
shaking at dangling illusions.
Quaking in throngs,
clasping eyes shut,
hiding pieces – desperately,
no soul cracking this shell.
Tapping, agitating fingers,
coaxing fragile flesh.
Splitting a cowardly heart,
hand held out to hold.
With a thrust,
filled with gasp,
charging flared eyes,
staring into its palm.
Evoked gaze to attached arms,
gripping unto death,
erupting —
facing fear’s call.
Shackles clinked,
blooming extremities,
finger nail scars,
watching expectations fly away.
Dancing feet,
freedom sounds,
rejection’s hand crumbling,
dispersed, cast into the abyss.
Washed by waterfalls,
of acceptance.
Tired soul raised,
basking in self-reliance.
MindRetrofit7 
Your writing is just packed with imagery…I love it
Thank you so much David! I am glad you enjoyed it. It makes me so happy to hear (read) these words! š
Such a powerful piece David – fear, pain, anticipation, release – you take it through the whole thing and out the other side. Thank you for complimenting my artwork with your words.
Thank you Michele! This is Angel it is actually my site. š I love your artwork! It’s beautifully amazing!
Thank you for your kind words Angel š