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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.
The Trap of Rejection
