Acceptance (Page 4)

A bearded young man with long hair, tan pants and lined coat, sits on a brick-paved walkway, holding a blue and white striped paper cup, and a cardboard sign with the inscription 'Homeless and hungry.' People in winter clothing walk past.

“It is what it is.” (thoughts)

“It is what it is” applies to:

…a rainy day.
…when you forget the lyrics to a song.
…getting a hole in your sock.

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An empty school hallway with rust-colored, painted student lockers and yellow-beige walls. A single tan, covered garbage can sits aside one of the walls.

Another… (an anaphoric poem)

Another family dinner.
Another empty room.
Another grieving parent.
Another lost too soon.

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Children, young people, and seniors—8 in all—sit on swings and smile.

Perspectives (thoughts)

Incredible stories come from people of all ages.

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Deadvlei in the first light of the sunrise. A white clay floor, a large orange-pink dune, and an old acacia tree. An African landscape from Sossusvlei, Namib Desert, Namibia, Southern Africa. Red sand floor backed by the biggest sand dune in the world.

Straight into Tomorrow (a poem)

Like every fool that has lived,
I tried to ignore, move on,
forward.

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A blue scrap of paper held in a clothespin says Transform Old Ways (Image: Artur Szczybylo)

Steps to being a better human (thoughts)

I never said it would be easy.

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A Silhouette of graveyard, the image shows many cross tombstone with dramatic cloudy sky.

R.I.P. (thoughts)

I will live the one life
I have been given
to the fullest.

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Beautiful European cat resting inside an Eiderdown (Image: Xvaldes)

Cat Sitting (a poem)

Between me
and the sweet salvation
of slumber I desire,
lies the cat.

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A wide path, strewn with fallen autumn leaves, divides into two paths that diverge in different directions. Autumn landscape.

The Divorce. (an acrostic poem)

The promise kept them,
hope sustained them,
every day a little less.

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Library reading room. Empty wooden swivel chair at wooden library table with book open on the table. Glasses on top of book. Wooden bookcases with blurred bindings of colorful books behind table and chair. A steak knife lies on the floor nearby.

“I remember” (a poem)

TW: Suicide

I feel my chest heave as I walk through the kitchen.
Heavy breath, warm and wet.
My pace deliberate, pronounced.

Cold steel grazes my neck, awakening memories.

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Paper cut-outs of people's arms and the Earth. Each of the pieces is wrinkled, and the arms overlap each other. The arms are cut from many different colors of paper, which is reflective of the diversity of the human race. The Earth is cut from blue and green papers. All of the hands are pointed inward, toward the Earth.

Life is serenely complicated.
Some people try to stand out,
and by doing so hope to fit in
with others who do the same.
Me, I never wanted to stand out,
to be different, but I am.
I guess we all are, in our own way,
different that is.

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Acceptance (Page 4)

“It is what it is.” (thoughts)

Straight into Tomorrow (a poem)

R.I.P. (thoughts)

Cat Sitting (a poem)

The Divorce. (an acrostic poem)

“I remember” (a poem)

Differences (thoughts)

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