Accept

And she spins faster than ever,
The pinks and blues of the sky, they swirl.
Like cotton candy being spun on a carousel.

Whirling and twirling, and falling to the floor.
A fun and beautiful sensation, yet a headache accompanied by a stomach ache,
While hitting the floor.
Fun at first,
Leaving you breathless.
Lifeless.
Yet Zen resides within, where you grew it once.
The seed is still planted, parched and dry- thirsty and dehydrated.
Begging for water with a dry, dusty mouth.

"Acceptance is key"
Whispered an angel, who was mortal.
She was spiritual, and beautiful- and I wanted to learn.
I listened in the heat of a tight chest, and anxiety stricken mind.

Her light eyes and dark complexion, were so reassuring.
Maybe she had the key to eternal peace.
It's time to delve and read - to understand and
Accept.

Accept.