In the midst of the night,
Surrendered my fight.
Struggling through tears,
And times long gone by.
I've walked the path cut before me,
Whether by fate, or chance.
Tis' I who've treaded the waters,
At times gently, at times wrecklessly.
Yet, it was I, who walked the walk.
Should it be me to tell those holding me above redemption,
Of my failures, or my triumps?
Might we simply yield, to love and acceptance?
Allow unturned stones to slumber,
Sift until their residence becomes the past.
To eventually become part of the whole,
Yet again, by coincidence or virtue.
Where past and present mold into no regret,
Becoming the moment of eternal residence.
Knowing the true way, before the journey,
Reaches it's destination.
Might I mount the courage,
To get to know myself.
To meet myself,
Before my arrival.
Barry A. Lanier
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/b-acceptance/
