Acceptance came in waves… not the high tide but the low tide.
Quiet and calm, taking with it the good things and leaving the bad behind.
That is my acceptance.
Loving the unloved… that’s my acceptance.
My acceptance is loving me at my best and also my worst.
Like the moon with all its imperfections.
Reflecting light in all it’s glory in the solitude of night.
Waxing and waning.
Proud and Bright!
Acceptance of self.
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poetry'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
