Acceptance. (a poem)


How can I be free
while dragging the boulders of regretfulness,
while drinking from the goblets of sins,
while soaring in the miasma of pretentiousness…

How can I be free
while moulding my own shackles
of greed, ego,
while bowing down
to the guillotine of deceit…

How long will I be aloof
of my own being,
my death or the patience of eternity,
How long will I take
to muster courage
and extend hands
for my own acceptance…
~~~

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