Acceptance

Sometimes the people who hurt us the most are ourselves. This poem is about breaking away from that.

Acceptance is like a cool baum
on a scorching hot summer's night.
It freshens and cools my mind
as a I find
that a door to my cage
has been swung open
releasing me like a bird
whose been held captive
for a number of repressive years.

The path of self judgement
I have traveled
has suddenly veered.
Only I held that key and
could answer my own plea
for acceptance.

As I soar away
and leave behind
the cage with it's splintered metal,
I begin to understand
the depth of the self purgatory
that was inflicted upon me
by the one person who was
responsible for my well being.

For the first time I am seeing
the error of my ways.
It's time to leave behind
that life phase
and the person who
was most unkind to me,
my former self.

With that one realization
the cage obliterates into oblivion.
All that is left
is an empty spot
that will be filled
with acceptance
and self love.

Freed
from
the
cage
is
the
dove.