Acceptances

Gusts ask to be heard, rain seeps under our skin and seems to know our weaknesses, snow banks our going on, all request acceptance of how they are with us, all argue their place as permanent though their actions flit past, an instant of hurt, a moment of recognition makes a plea for a more permanent welcome at another time. “Accept me as I am,” they demand. We weigh the damage and consequences, a decision must be made and agreed.

 

via Daily Prompt: Acceptance

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