Acceptance – a piece of rhyming poetry to demonstrate acceptance relating to my experience with mental health 

I wade through my mind as like a ship blunders through a foggy ocean,

Neither day nor night helps clarify my vision, the fog is boasting.

I get to the forefront and open my minds eye,

Just to see that I’m blind, is this the devil inside?

My thoughts turn to vapour,

I turn pen to paper.

And I try to explain what I feel is alive,

Words work in reverse and they are trying to survive.

Suddenly I’m not me,

I’m just a feeling in the gut of what seems like a beast.

And I can’t remember what it is to cry,

Even though, oh Lord, I have tried.

Any concept is crucial,

If it’s old or brand new.

It spawns words, feelings and technology,

And worlds from great ideas to simple apologies.

A poet, a philosopher, an artist,

A man, a woman or simply a kid.

We are all the same and all have these gifts,

Earned, learned or born with.

To be born into this world is one thing,

And to listen is also something.

As we are born with new words to bear,

We can choose how, when and where.

They fit into our lives and which ones are to spare,

We can choose our own, just like the clothes that we wear.

Now, new ideas come with the words that we have heard,

And inside my mind begins to become unblurred.

If we can be reborn with new words,

All the good in our lives catches back up.

I look to the heavens above,

And I know the world is enough.

[Written: 2025-04-04]