Acceptance Is The Key
Acceptance will allow the healing to begin
Bad news, heartbreak, sadness, grieving
All take a terrible toll on our hearts,
Although this is a natural stage of life
It is crippling when a loved one departs.
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You’ll feel a wide range of heavy emotions
Crippling sadness, furious anger, hot tears,
Denial is the important crucial turning point
Acceptance is the key to defeating our fears.
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Processing any loss, whether major or minor
Is toughest at the very initial onset,
You’ll cycle through so many emotions
Thinking, feeling when you’d rather forget.
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Remember there’s a light at the end of the tunnel
Once you find acceptance you’ll learn to deal,
It will remove any hope, along with the regrets
As well as allow you to fully process how you feel.
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Acceptance is the key to feeling okay
Allowing you to return to the status quo,
Your heart will begin its healing process
As you gently say goodbye and let it go.
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I promise you will definitely survive gracefully
Albeit with another ragged scar on your heart,
Build your walls higher to hide the new scars
As you make a resolution to be more smart.
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Trust and believe in yourself, you’ve got it
There’s nothing you need to overcome this,
Except your acceptance is the ultimate key
So lock up your heart, toss it into the abyss.
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Once you’ve wrapped the acceptance of the loss
Tightly around your shoulders for all to see,
Each day will get easier, as the pain begins to heal
Until you’ll wake one morning to find you’re free.
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

Comments (1)
This is very true but sometimes it's just so hard to accept