Inscriptional Musings on the mark of Rejection
I wish I was a combination of Cat Woman, Bat girl, & Storm, (but not Wonder Woman, she’s too wholesome, but I do need her Cloak of Invisibility) so I could fend off the slings & arrows of outrageous fortune. So I would not have to step into the House of Pain without my armor.
To defend myself against the ‘haters’ my so-called friends and peers?
Slowly day by day I realize that I am not only one of the Called but She who was Chosen.
I’m a Misfit and OutCast, one who is always ostracized because I don’t fit in… Forever the outsider, eccentric, oddball, nonconformist, rebel….
Some say I have a gift not knowing the gift comes with a steep price. Every day I pay to receive daily anointing for my calling stigmata burned more deeply into my flesh.
Sometimes to relieve the pain I wish that I could step out of this body and back into the Universe from whence I came.
Often I’ve wondered if the rejection will ever end and just when I think my footing is solid the rug is pulled out from under me, ground shakes, breaks in two and swallows me up to endure a new round of punishment for actions inherent, a lifestyle gifted to me from Powers Above.
My only acceptance comes from the Beloved and I eagerly await His return. Once more He shall revisit my tortured soul to carry me back to the gates of Paradise forever to be united with Angels and Ancestors transitioned to Glory.
Christina Aguillera – Beautiful