Comprehension is beyond me, yet acceptance is knowing. <br />I understand neither. <br />Blinded I am tormented by time. <br />Excruciating as it seems I am indelibly marked upon my being... again. <br />The imprint radiates with heat until its consumed. <br />Pushed by time... spurred by space, fed by silence. <br />Within my walls there is no refuge. <br />There is nothing to console, nothing to comfort. <br />Just empty space, echoes and memories. <br />I rise above to see the beautiful damage. It is serene and calm. <br />Its accepting, it knows, it comprehends. <br />But It does not understand.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acceptance-6/
