The Healing Acceptance of Self

A poem of humility and gratitude # 12:

Hamilton County Pt II 11102029

The Healing Acceptance of Self
by Michael Romani

With gratitude, I accept myself
No longer looking for answers from a shelf
But, seeking instead to find peace from within
Behind that wall of pride that is my sin

There is power in this new humility
Embracing the more subtle side of my humanity
Where the sands of time slip down the glass
As each of my memories come to pass

One by one, I am discarding my illusions
Like a fire burning above my confusion
These are the moments walked best alone
In the hallowed night down ancient cobblestone

With a cut of blade, I rage again with violence
As though a victim of my own enfeebled silence
So many questions will remain a divine mystery
As I humbly awake from my own sordid history

Finding that my truest self is the soul of my heart
That deepest within that has known Christ from the start
This is the place where my reality moves past pain
And leaves behind my tears that have fallen like rain

In the grand scheme of the truest mystery
All we think we know fades into divinity
Resting in this peace, I awaken to serenity
Where I find my comfort inside God's eternity

Thankful for the healing of my child within
I leave behind the past of love once felt when
I believed in the magic and warmth of family
Before too many dysfunctions had their way with me

But, now that I have begun to move past trauma
And am setting aside the hurts of self afflicted drama
Its these steps of the unfinished business of discovery
Which find me with grace, finding my way toward recovery

It seems my shadow as a repetition known as compulsion
It finds me drowning in the pain of needful absolution
This is the trap, you see, constant in all of humanity
Until at last we take our steps reaching with humility

(c) November 12, 2019  Michael Romani
All Rights Reserved

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