Rate this poem:2.0 / 1 vote

The Trap of Rejection

It’s such a pretty sight
How it’s happened all my life
Formed my beauty, thoughts, intellect,
My compassion for others,
Super heightened sensitivity & empathy…

Passion for food for comfort
A need to defend myself bc
Nobody else would…
The argumentativeness boiling over,
Like hot molten lava
Bubbling with a deep core rage
Masked in unbearable pain…

Not understanding why I don’t
Fit in anywhere
Not knowing I was Chosen
Before I was formed in the womb
See people have placed me in a tomb,
In their mind, in kind
No matter how kind I was,
In hindsight…

But the Holy Spirit gave me revelation
And direction
And guidance
And began to heal me,
When I surrendered to His Will
For my life
With tears slippin’ as I pen this,
I try not to trip over my isolation,
Of the earthly sort…

Reflecting back on who I once was -
Where they left me at and
Want me to stay at,
Yet are infuriated at my transformation,
I know it wasn’t by my might or power
But the by Almighty, who pulled me thru
Higher & Higher onto
My Purpose
And Calling
And Destiny
Over my Life

So as I denounce this spirit of rejection
Over me,
I take hold & authority over it,
By the power & the blood of Jesus Christ
My Lord & Savior who Strengthens me
While I’m still slaying it,
I’m praying & fasting to remove it
For good
For once and for all
To Break its Chains,
So it doesn’t gain the next generation,
Within my beloved daughter, amen.

About this poem

I wrote this around 2 am after Thanksgiving, after reflecting on the lack of relationships of various kinds, in my life all evening & feeling down about it. I heard within, “write about it,” but didn’t act upon it until hours later in the quiet of the night. It was actually quite therapeutic for me & I'm so glad I was able to “vent” a lil, so to speak.

Font size:
Collection  PDF     

Written on November 25, 2022

Submitted by babbina on November 26, 2022

1:27 min read

Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,432
Words 291
Stanzas 6
Stanza Lengths 5, 7, 8, 9, 11, 12

Kari Michele Chrichlow

I'm from NYC and have a daughter who is a creative soul like me. I like to sing, write and rest in my spirituality. more…

All Kari Michele Chrichlow poems | Kari Michele Chrichlow Books

3 fans

Discuss this Kari Michele Chrichlow poem with the community:



    Find a translation for this poem in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)


    Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:


    "The Trap of Rejection" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2023. Web. 28 Mar. 2023. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/144898/the-trap-of-rejection>.

    Become a member!

    Join our community of poets and poetry lovers to share your work and offer feedback and encouragement to writers all over the world!

    March 2023

    Poetry Contest

    Enter our monthly contest for the chance to win cash prizes and gain recognition for your talent.

    Browse Poetry.com


    Are you a poetry master?

    Who wrote the poem, "The cask of Amontillado
    • A. Miguel De Cervantes
    • B. Rudyard Kipling
    • C. Edgar Allan Poe
    • D. Emily Dickinson