Acceptance

I waft a sigh,

Suppress a cry,

Considering alternatives.

This one, that one, which one

Holds the recipe acceptance gives.

Must I seek to die to find

That Xanadu where comfort lives

Or is there something in between

Where hope can breathe

And life forgives?

Acceptance is the thorny prize,

The brass ring on the carousel.

The more often we can grab it

The less likely we are bent to fail.

The process may be fraught with doubt,

Denial and anger too may follow

And pride may tend to overstep

To make decisions hard to swallow,

A step away from yea or nay,

A courtship of insanity,

The last step in the grieving process,

The first step toward humanity.