Acceptance

The crowded passageways speak little any longer as the meaning drips and drains from fingers to floor. Acceptance now as I see everything I have been and all that was out of my control and curse myself with blessing on my tongue. Now is my responsibility as I remember the cage is in here. The cage is now my work to work away. Inner child screaming, begging for love from another inner child that once was only able to give imprisonment, for fear of loss. Fear of loss that I have carried and can lift no longer as I betray the very nature I've accustomed to for the work of a better life. A work that lasts until the end of all.