Friday 23 December 2016

Acceptance

Either we accept this insane parallel universe
or insanity beckons us with its withered fingers, in a cruel twist of fate.
 What use would we be then?

So acceptance is our only option, or is it?

Reluctantly we accept his choice of living, but with heavy, dull and aching hearts.
How we long for days gone by, for another chance to see the signs we missed along the way, and change his course before the sails were set on his destination.
Destination? To where?

Futile cries in the dark, searching for his lost soul to return to the bosom of our hearts, but alas t'is too late.
He is changed.
Will he ever return?
Who knows.
All that's left is hope and faith.
As the years go by, so we wait.
Patient and silent.
Moving forward whilst glancing backward...
ever hopeful.

V.A.Lewin.


Copyright.© V.A.Lewin. 2015.

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