There is a madness about rejection
An aftermath; or perhaps, a quiet contemplation
An age to an eon
What is lost, can never be found
Be still, dear child
Soon those winds will stop with the wild
The storm would have passed
And all that remains will forever last
Steel yourself with numbness;
For Pain will only endure it's own
The flailing will not yield you gain
Sunny weathers do not promise rain
Be still, dear heart
Do not say those words, or let those sobs apart
Fallen, broken, spoken when
They never bring harbor, only echoes again
Yesterday, has come to whisper a sigh
Listen, for you will be reminded well
The land where blue meets blue
Is only a horizon, that the sight pursues
Beloved flower of mine, seek not the love shunned
Let the thorns teach you, what the gardener did not tend
Grow strong and patient, and graceful and tall
And so shall you slowly embrace the fall
Distant as the rejection you feel, better you Be Still...