Life 2 Poem by Cyclopseven R

Life is not a promise of paradise
it is but a struggle
worth the life.
from mother’s womb we wriggle out
heading for light and air
we breath free
we see free
we taste free
we live free.
yet why must acceptance bind us such?
by nature our existence is acceptance
why die about acceptance that contaminates?
we do breath
we do see
we do taste
we do live.
…..even if acceptance misses us
rejoice in the spirit
that accept us into the fold
of love and trust
…...then worry of acceptance will beat its way far.