Acceptance.

poems on acceptance.

Although I love the possibilities that change invites, worry bleeds into my thoughts whenever I have little influence over those changes. It is during these occurrences that I am most prone to seek power and the peace I’ve been told it will bring.

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I.

Those who seek power may find it.

But peace is the fruit of acceptance.

It does not grow in fields sown in fear.

II.

Night comes and goes as it pleases.

You cannot bend the stars with

with your worry or your will.

III.

Some try to move the mountains in their lives.

Others desire only to conquer them.

And then, there are those who

sit in the mountain’s shade

hoping to learn from it’s stillness.

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