Acceptance

There is a stir in the silence that I cant quite understand.

A ripple in the dark as I reach out my hand.

Its ungraspable, unfathomable, fluid in form.

It’s the dark before dawn, the eye of the storm.

It’s a tingle on my skin of something yet to be.

Something that is coming but no one can see.

I mediate in its presence, seeking answers that aren’t there.

Absorbing, recording the electric air.

A storm is brewing just off shore.

In the cold of the night , a forevermore.

I cant stop it, just accept it.

It is coming either way.

So I tether myself to weather myself against the onslaught of waves.

I’ve been here before.

The feeling familiar.

Like flowers, we bud, blossom, bloom and then wither.

It’s out of our hands.

Come what may.

Ive done my best at the end of the day.

The morning will be better, brighter with sun.

But as of this moment, Its in the darkness I roam.

I’ll be fine, no matter.

I’ve accepted its presence and what comes after.

Worry not for me , adaptation is life.

As for me, I worry more for those less accustomed to strife.

Their tether is weaker then the one which binds me.

And the waves with be harder on them, times three.