Acceptance

Acceptance

Restlessness.

A spirit unsettled,

Easily nettled,

Dryness of bone,

No roots of my own.

No pause that refreshes,

No word that expresses,

The unease with myself.

Shall I sit on the shelf?

And try to recover

The peace that just was.

What my gratitude does,

Changing all that is ‘round me,

To blessings – confounds me.

But I know that it works.

It’s just one of my quirks.

The change comes from within

When I barely begin.

Put the pen to the pad

And I start to be glad

For this tool I cherish.

Without it I perish

And become someone I’m not;

The remains of a sot.

Yes, I have a disease,

But it’s me that I please,

With the steps by my side.

There’s no need to hide

Nor to grovel or boast

I’m me and that is

Enough.