Acceptance

When the world is burning

what should we do

to quench the flames?

.

Fires which consume

pieces of the self.

.

Everything fades

into the fragments

of dead things. Pieces

of old life. Detritus

of narratives

.

which did not mean

what we thought?

.

What do we do with this

organic matter?

This strange fertilizer?

.

--

.

She is so beautiful

when she wakes

in the morning

and is ready

to embrace the world

five minutes after

she woke up.

.

Her fluffy pixie cut hair

unrestrained

in a body

she did not inherit

from me. She asks "dad

what are we doing today?

is it a school day?

Will I see my best friend today?"

.

I have to tell her no

this is a mom relationship,

but I promise

better things in the end.

She is content

.

I will deliver

on this promise.

She knows her dad

is good like that.

.

--

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Acceptance is a journey

never quite finished.

A contemplation

worth taking seriously.

.

Written on real pages

with blood

as the ink.

.

Fluids to make it real,

to feel,

.

the new life

in new dreams,

where we breath

with new lungs.

.

Promised from a God

who provides to those

who seek hard things

only a diety could give.

.

We are the kings

in this life.

.

What is not needed

dies sometimes.

Ferociously,

but does not have to burn

.

forever. But only

for a few moments.

Then we are born, and

.

reborn. Into something different,

something worthy,

of our inner fire.

.

This worth needs fertilizer

to make the change real.

So we feel, really feel

.

the blood releasing

through veins and vessels

of the core self,

.

once again.