Acceptance

Acceptance of truths over which we have no control.. 

acceptance of the loss of love, 

or even the hope thereof.. 

or loss of a dear and special friend.. 

loss of all the perfect things 

is tragic in the pain it brings. 

this world so reft with angst and pain, 

once ignored, now clear again, 

tortures me, my softer side, 

until it can but run and hide, 

back within the gilded keep, 

hidden well and buried deep, 

it lives and hopes inside of me, 

awaiting someday to be free. 

 

Acceptance. 

It is a tragic moment in time.. 

if it were but a moment it would be tolerable 

but it comes and goes as I waver from hope to acceptance 

hope against all reason still lives in me 

therein lies my greatest strength and my greatest source of pain 

I revel in it.. the pain.. for it is like an old friend, 

i know it well 

it inspires me to be a better man 

to aspire to greater things 

to appreciate the joys that life brings.. 

fleeting though they may be.