Cycle of Rejection

The implant of my rejection is my merry-go-round,
a ceaseless spin where no solace is found.
Teaching me the measure of what is me,
a relentless loop that I cannot flee.

Round and round, the carousel turns,
a circle of lessons that endlessly burns.
Each rejection, a stitch in the fabric I wear,
folding and winding through despair.

I bend and twist, but never break,
repeating the dance for survival’s sake.
For life has taught me to embrace the pain,
to fold it into shapes I must sustain.

The merry-go-round spins faster still,
teaching me patience, bending my will.
I learn to accept what I cannot control,
finding fragments of peace in the fractured whole.

For what is rejection but a teacher so cruel,
turning my heart like a stubborn spool?
It folds and winds, yet never frays,
keeping me tethered through life’s harsh maze.

Yet through the spin, I find my way,
winding the thread to survive another day.
For in the cycle of falling apart,
I stitch together the pieces of my heart.

Round and round, I learn to dance,
embracing the wounds with a second chance.
The implant of rejection may leave its scar,
but it teaches me who I truly are.

So let the merry-go-round spin on and on,
teaching me to rise each time I'm withdrawn.
For folding and winding through life’s embrace
is the art of survival, the will to face.