I accept this.

I accept that.

I accept what is out of my control.

I accept what I created myself.

I accept my past errors.

I accept the fear of the future that comes with it.

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Rooted in trust.

Defined by knowledge I do not hold.

Love created by repetition.

A safety blanket woven by other hands.

Created in a way I cannot guide.

Trusting you understand what I need in the end.

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I cannot name all the times I have had to meet acceptance.

It is like trying to count the sand on the beach.

Numerous and never ending.

I was born into acceptance and that is where I must stay.

I despise not having a road of my own, but not all is lost.

Many paths reach the same destination.