Acceptance, like a silent blessing swoops in and ensures me that I will see an end to my suffering. Like the light at the end of my tunnel, hope floats towards me as I take hold, no longer worried that my life will forever be filled with trouble. I now stop to smell the flowers, surprised that they can still smell so sweet, although I am more conscious yet comfortable with the fact that I am flying solo down a one way street, I know deep inside that it will not result in my death or defeat. No longer filled with malice or deceit, I have made the decision to practise what I perpetually preach, as I sit in the lotus position, begin my meditation, and prepare myself to assist others with the knowledge that fills my cup, then overflows, each and every week. Callous complaints that once coexisted with cockiness inside my heart no longer provide me with a false sense of relief, I am growing taller, and stronger every day as I become aware of the king that resides within, the same one whom I had once mistakenly believed was merely a thief covered in sin. I am testament to the fact that humans have an innate ability to change, I hold firm to my beliefs that being an individual in a society of sheep does not need to be strange, or seem deranged. Rearranged, with everything in its right place, I put my best foot forward as my make-up crumbles to the ground and reveals my right face. True to the tests of time, I have observed that what goes down must come up as similarly as one can only ascend when they feel like their life has reached its end. The impermanence of objects although attributed to infants is a truth that I have witnessed in all of its magnificence. I refuse to return to the realm of self-righteousness or superficiliaty when I have seen that the best things in life are really free. As free as my soul that hovers above me, watching blissfully, content for once for what it finally sees. I crawled through life for so long, ignoring the wings that I had been born with that would have assisted when I needed to leap over my obstacles that sometimes felt like walls, which led me to question how I ever survived with a mind that remained narrow and simultaneously small. Who knew that happiness would make me feel so light, unburdened by ailments, illness, or pretentious plights, I set sights on my destiny which finally feels within my reach. Spring has helped me blossom like the cherry tree, as I now see that life can be as peaceful as the sun setting on an isolated, sandy beach.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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