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Golden Age of Acceptance - ORIGINAL POEM

My mother, I see her in me, from everything she was when I was younger to everything I hope not to be. Her voice echoes through my mind, when I feel at my lowest, bringing me lower still, if that were possible, as I seek out safety and escape further west. I hoped it would come to such drastic measures, until the day came I could no longer brave these treacherous weathers. She'd never see all the hurt she has caused, not until she's old and grey, her hair turned to moss. Even then, another lesson I have learned is people dont change, so I seek help and comfort in poetry, music and sage. It has only been for the last few months I have come to know, the true blessing in letting things go. It no longer means forgive and forget, it simply means setting down anger in hopes of allowing future in stone to set. And though I remember and the pain feels like reignited fire in my mind, it allows me to appreciate how there is beauty even in the dead of night. So I'll move forward, I'll carry these words, in hopes they'll come to mean what they're worth. And even when the time comes to say all these things to you, I hope you're strong to hear them and acknowledge the truth in them too.