A poem born out of sheer inspiration amidst challenging times of rejection and apathy. A toast raised to the unexpected acceptances, an assurance that a silver lining of hope is waiting at the end of the road.
Acceptance, a silver lining of hope
Shines on the overcast sky of anonymity.
Acceptance tumbles up like bubbles,
Floating on the thick broth of negation.
Hope is the new dream of salvation
We hug tight, like golden leaves
Falling before the snow.
We are all worn off branches,
Old skeletons hanging in cold streets.
So long, death!
Do leave us, clinging to a new life,
Do let the light of dawn,
Enter our rooms as kindly visitors.
Acceptance is the Fairy Godmother waving her magic wand,
We follow her, with tailor-made clothes, smiles and steps
With custom-made music and melodies
To the wishes of warmer times.
I drift away from this room, Away from the last corpse of rejected mess,
I drift away, acceptance is my winged chariot,
I hop and skip my failed, belittled days,
I soar, I sparkle, I am one
With the lilac and honeysuckle of Hope.