Thursday, July 30, 2015

July 30, 2015 Poets United Midweek Motif/Acceptance Writer's Digest Wednesday's Poetry Prompt

Acceptance

it is easy to accept a fine gift from the king              a trinket or treasure

wrapped in gold paper                to accept                i sacrifice nothing

but to accept loss is quiet a different thing             something is missing

i am no longer the same person i was              the world is different

the morning is no longer bright          nor the day                not the night


sorrow overtakes the world       how do i accept            what i do not want

i open my heart                       i arm myself                      as if for battle

this acceptance will not come easy         i will try                      i will fail

just too hard but...           i will try again              the bad dreams will be over


spring will come                      i will awake                       i will live again

as if for the first time          i will notice                        the beauty around me

that has been waiting                that has been there all the time

once again hear the bird song          meant only for me        i will be thrilled

i will look back                i will remember                           still i will miss you

                                                                                ...and on some days i will mourn

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12 comments:

X said...

I don't know that we ever accept something as personal as death - the why of it - it is a question we carry with few answers that even make sense. I think the acceptance we come to is that it happened and nothing I can do will bring them back, I can only live my life to honor the gift I had of time with them. I am glad that you are living again because I think it does honor the loss - but yes, some days we mourn.

Sumana Roy said...

" how do i accept what i do not want".....life is so very hard...yet we carry on accepting the fact...sigh...

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Acceptance of a grave loss is the most difficult form of all. Well penned.

Lots of love,
Sanaa

Unknown said...

I agree there are somethings that weigh us down and we have to look toward brighter days or sink in despair.

Gen Giggles said...

Yes getting through the dark is the hard part but there is always a spring. Great poem.

Purba chakraborty said...

Beautifully penned. So true, accepting a loss is not an easy thing but yes, the spring will come. I loved the hope that reflects in this poem.

Mary said...

Loss is definitely very hard to accept. Perhaps in a way we never really 'accept' it but we keep walking forward and adapt to life without... We will always miss those who are no longer with us, and that is okay. I do like the idea of beginning to notice the beauty around you again. And, when you think about it, I am sure he would like that.....

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I echo X's words.........in living, we honor the gift of who they were in our lives and the time we had with them. But yes, the mourning - the missing - goes on for a very long time. Someone very dear is no longer here. Beautiful writing, my friend.

Myrna R. said...

My heart is with you Annell. Thank you for sharing your process of grief, and for expressing hope. I know one day you'll appreciate the beauty around you again, but the mourning will simply change, it will always be there.

Torie said...

Loss is always a difficult one to overcome. But alas, the day does come when things do start to look a little brighter. I think that's something worth holding on to.

Anonymous said...

I love the last line, so heavy with emotion:
"...and on some days i will mourn"

Jae Rose said...

I admire the sense of moving through in this piece Annell - like breathing and processing - it is not 'right' but still we go on and we find light and lightness where we can..a beautifully wise and honest piece xo

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