The path to acceptance.

I climbed the fire tower
like I did several years ago,
and like before, I found
myself at the top.

There was no divine
revelation, there was simply
the exhale of my breath
meeting the rush of the wind.

But there was a moment
of peace, of stillness,
contradicted by the gusts
that made my body sway.

These parts of me once
scattered and abandoned,
are now being found,
and I am holding on
to them for dear life.

I am listening to all they
have to offer.

I am letting myself be loved.