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Acceptance
She blossoms when she's rising
Her heart and soul coloured
Complexities many, yet distant
Embracing each moment, briefly
Infrequent and often entwined
Talking minds not hearts
How she yearned for chance
Shielding under full exposure
No light there to guide
On her knees took day down
Grey shadows made seen
An epiphany never forgotten
History circles the mind image
Chess board askew the table
Turns, run out and resigns
As the cold light of day hits
Darkness falls once more
Rejected body and wholeness
Directions to future plans void
Living her life on life's terms
Acceptance...her only answer
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Claire Gunnell
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