Acceptance and Hope Hold Hands

Acceptance

Here I stand in this vast never-ending Ocean
Standing ankle deep he looks on with peace in his eyes
I know some day I’ll sink beneath these waves of Change

The Ocean is cruel, and cold;
He’ll struggle and gasp for air;
Just a few more moments, maybe

I’ll see the Sun’s bent rays glinting
He’ll stop struggling as Life’s last embrace
Cold, and firm, yet gentle and kind

Convinces me it’s time to let go
Then and only then, he thinks
Will I see and feel the Sun

He will finally be at peace
As I sink beneath the waves and into the dark
He will smile, having finally known warmth

Hope

I can only hope that then the Cage of Numb relents
In life he was surrounded by a veil of frigid cold
I can only hope for warmth in those last few moments
After merely watching the events of his life unfold.

Reviews

[Tony Woods]

I liked this, the flow was great, the scenery, the descriptions, and the pondering, all added to the mood of the story. I'm not clear on the subject matter, I have a picture in my head, but I don't want to spurt it out for fear of looking like an idiot; regardless, your words painted a picture in my head, and whether or not it was what the intention of the poem was, it evoked an image and emotion in me. The last stanza was great, that one I'm pretty sure I got right, someone who's life (or death) was ugly, yet in death (or at the end of their suffering), they came to accept their fate, comforting them and offering closure.

I don't often offer words of advice on poetry, because I know that 90% of poetry is better than anything I could produce, but I do look for some things - imagery, emotion, and flow. I think you've accomplished all three of these things en route to a pretty satisfying read. Well done!