Acceptance, a silver lining of hope

Shines on the overcast sky of anonymity.

Acceptance tumbles up like bubbles,

Floating on the thick broth of negation.

Hope is the new dream of salvation

We hug tight, like golden leaves

Falling before the snow.

We are all worn off branches,

Old skeletons hanging in cold streets.
So long, death!

Do leave us, clinging to a new life,

Do let the light of dawn

Enter our rooms as kindly visitors.

Acceptance is the Fairy Godmother waving her magic wand,

We follow her, with tailor-made clothes, smiles and steps

With custom-made music and melodies

To the wishes of warmer times.

I drift away from this room, away from

The last corpse of rejected mess.

Acceptance is my winged chariot,

I hop and skip my failed, belittled days.

I soar, I sparkle, I am one

With the lilac and honeysuckle of hope.

Footnotes: Sharing this tiny, fledgling tinge of inspiration that comes with being accepted and embraced by some, amidst challenging times of rejection and apathy. A toast raised to the unexpected acceptances, an assurance that a silver lining of hope is waiting at the end of the road. And yes, though this poem is written in July, it holds special meaning now, after being accepted to the International community of Destiny Poets 🙂