Self-Acceptance - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Spring shows rebirth but winter's cold provides
pause for gestation, seasons' cycle spins,
although cold is disease where cough abides
seed's need for germination knows no sins.
Though river banks may burst with clement clime,
or Jack Frost freeze stream's course for a short while,
rime corresponds to expectation's rhyme
preparing summer ease through tempest trial.
Who hunts for prey may prey himself become,
who leaves the fold as leaves unfold may find
'far from the madding crowd' no birds stay dumb,
and self-acceptance soothes each anxious mind.
Thus hardship, pain will wane, success well met
both noon and moon by shadows seem beset.
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