Acceptance

Recognized Acceptance

Poetic thoughts from and for Cynthia

When you have made known a way that you knew of and saw a change come about…In a way it is like a Death…
As your thoughts raced over the years that you shared, you come to find that there are no Future years left…

It is a thing that we humans do to want to take on part of that blame,
especially a woman as Loving and One filled with such care as you have shown me…
But you pine away your thoughts under the paralyzing gaze of excruciating Fear, whom is leering at you,
It is only through tears and uncontrolled moments of recognized acceptance that you ultimately see…

Still…

Still you know many of items in your mental inventory of your life…
Still you have small comforts left lying around your home…
Still you weep for a person to make it all clear…
But still, Cynthia, you know better than I do,
For still Cynthia ~ you still sleep Alone

And yet…

And yet you do know of a Love, for you’ve let that Love into your heart…
And yet you know of only part of that peace…
That little girl who I see… the One who sits Alone crying to herself…
Is she saying between her sobs, “When does it cease?”

So what of…

So what of the woman who is grown, this woman who once knew of passions…
Passions that she once actually held close to her fragile body, clinging to,
Once Upon a Time…
Have those remembered mutual copulation’s with the faceless few now but only cold memory…
Eroding from the haunted corridors and bedchambers of her mind?

And now…

And now she still is Alone masquerading the role of the Sometimes Wife…
She shares thoughts with her Love-Devil in her ear…
She prays to him saying that she does not Fear him…
Confessing only that she Fears the revelation of him…
And now…she knows that is what they both do not need to hear…

She knows the answers to her pains…
She’s aware of the solution to her troubles…
She recognizes what that voice within her soul has been telling her all along…
It’s me who is telling you in many ways,
“I Love you Cynthia…
Let me embrace you with that Love… We both know that Our Love is Love … And Love is nothing wrong.”

JWS, 29 September 1999 1024 hours
(Understanding Cynthia clearer and wanting to make her understand clearer too)

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