Iwaft a sigh,
Suppressa cry,
Consideringalternatives.
Thisone, that one, which one
Holdsthe recipe acceptance gives.
MustI seek to die to find
ThatXanadu where comfort lives
Oris there something in between
Wherehope can breathe
Andlife forgives?
Acceptanceis the thorny prize,
Thebrass ring on the carousel.
Themore often we can grab it
Theless likely we are bent to fail.
Theprocess may be fraught with doubt,
Denialand anger too may follow
Andpride may tend to overstep
Tomake decisions hard to swallow,
Astep away from yea or nay,
Acourtship of insanity,
Thelast step in the grieving process,
Thefirst step toward humanity.