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Acceptance
by Tracy EllenI have worked so long
and so little
at achieving nothing
I have lost myself
The me of yesterday
stands alone on a mountain top
screaming
I cannot join myself there
I cannot leave myself alone
I see the change coming
like the horizon before dawn
Though what temper sun is spawn
is a mystery to me
Will it be winter or summer or spring?
It surely feels like fall
On the mountain the leaves turn
At work my hands burn
as I search for nothing at all.
Can I not meld these two persons?
Can I not be accepting, willing, certain?
No
Rejection is my only recourse
though it, too, leads me nowhere
So a great part of me is left up there
Is that part dying or waiting?
When the sun sets will I still be
trying to make something of nothing
or nothing of something
When will I again feel like me?
I call to myself high up among the trees
I look down on myself among the many bees
I find reason to rejoice and play at being free
For I know there is a great journey still before me.
06/28/2006 Posted on 06/28/2006
Copyright © 2025 Tracy Ellen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/29/06 at 05:25 AM Questioning always appears to come before a great change in life - at least it does in mine. Each question the narrator asks has the potential to turn a negative into a positive change. The last stanza is strong, because while the narrator is stepping out into the unknown journey, there's no hesitation.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/16/15 at 03:49 PM this is quite inspiring to read. |
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