Acceptance

It is not my fault
that the ground I walked on
was already filled with trash.
yet I had turned my mind’s eye away
from the memory of having the walk
and lived on as nothing had happened.
I reached out my hand today
to the memory long neglected.
I accept who I was,
what I have seen, in spite of
what I had hope for
as I accept who I am now.

9.12.2023