In the midst of the night, <br />Surrendered my fight. <br />Struggling through tears, <br />And times long gone by. <br /> <br />I've walked the path cut before me, <br />Whether by fate, or chance. <br />Tis' I who've treaded the waters, <br />At times gently, at times wrecklessly. <br /> <br />Yet, it was I, who walked the walk. <br />Should it be me to tell those holding me above redemption, <br />Of my failures, or my triumps? <br />Might we simply yield, to love and acceptance? <br /> <br />Allow unturned stones to slumber, <br />Sift until their residence becomes the past. <br />To eventually become part of the whole, <br />Yet again, by coincidence or virtue. <br /> <br />Where past and present mold into no regret, <br />Becoming the moment of eternal residence. <br />Knowing the true way, before the journey, <br />Reaches it's destination. <br /> <br />Might I mount the courage, <br />To get to know myself. <br />To meet myself, <br />Before my arrival.<br /><br />Barry A. Lanier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/b-acceptance/
