Cut off from my inner voice
I can't hear myself breathe
I'm feeling as if I'll never rejoice
With silent sorrow I seethe
Each flower around me
Blossoms under the sun
Though my petals are easy to see
I'm unplucked- the only one
Is my beauty locked behind a screen
Or invisible just to you?
Foolish though it may seem
I'm still feeling murky blue
White rose in a field of thorns
Sacred and lovely to few
Alone I lie as I mourn
Rejection hurts me, too