Acceptance

a poem by Nicky Brendon
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I got dressed up. Feeling dignified. My strut was bona fide fire.
I stride with a pride to my ride when my reflection caught my eye passing an outside window.
I got broadsided with a melancholy that I believed was more than justified.
And had completely occupied my mind many times before.

I was suddenly preoccupied with a doubt and fear that intensified with each step.
I felt like an austere pioneer in the uninhabitable frontal lobe’s frontier of a blemished cerebral hemisphere.  
The cheer that was in my heart had all but disappeared and severely disrupted my conduct.
It was clear that these corrupt and violent assaults were and…

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…and with that thought I smiled on the inside.
I’m learning to not chide myself or deride my disorderly dilemmas.
Or the complexities of my diseased mind and it’s intricate little white lies.

I smiled again; this time on the outside.
I had to admit to myself that the thoughts in my head were counterfeit;
And I counterbalanced it with a commitment to not sit in that malignant bullshit.
To ask for help when it persists and to explore the causes that permitted my thoughts to be commandeered.

The damage I had incurred and feared so, had disappeared as rapidly as it had appeared. 
I just assumed the thoughts that consumed my time since my leaving the womb,
Would forever have me entombed in a state of doom and gloom.

I’ve adopted a thought process to forbid these morbid thoughts.
To rid myself of these unpleasant notions which almost had me broken.
I would tolerate it no more!

I gave it no more credence and found no more reason to feed it.
It receded and finally it conceded defeat and I let the sufferance finally commence.
What a beneficial difference that the simple act of acceptance made on my insane brains chronic pain.

I built a rapport with places and spaces in me that I once adored so and also once abhorred.
All because I explored the blessing of acceptance and learned the lesson of the blessings of my quirky imperfections.

So as I stood outside looking at my reflection that had abruptly caught my attention, my dejection was replaced with an affection and adoration.
I decided to override those snide sentiments and those amusing malicious musings.
And with that I picked up my stride, feeling more satisfied then before I had arrived at that outside window and my reflection that caused me disaffection.

As I swaggered away, rather than hate, I created in me a state of grace.
I smiled big on the inside and the outside at the same time.
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3 thoughts on “Acceptance”

  1. Nicholas, you never ceases to amaze me!!! Brilliant. I can visualize this person. Transported I hear the Purina commercial like an acid flashback (I’m assuming). Nicholas your words, your composition, your humor, and your compassion is just phenomenal . Never stop writing.

    1. Hey Nicholas, it’s Dave from Cameo!! Hope ur well mate 😊. To be honest I’ve never given much time to poetry, probably due to the crappy school I attended lol. But this poem hit me. It took me a few times to read and truly understand the underlying message. This is what has been missing from my life, “acceptance”. Having the courage to take that next step, smile and let the darkness take it’s best shot, let it overtake me, accept and move on with a smile. Truly brilliant writing. It has my thoughts racing and thinking of possibility rather than disability. Accept, let the fear take you and smash it with ignorance. Let me know if you still want to work on that agoraphobia poem and I’d be happy to give you any experiences or symptoms of what it can be like. I don’t know why, but you are one of the most comforting people I’ve ever been in contact with. Ur passion, the way you responded to my Cameos and ur very caring nature are really one in a million. Thanks again Nicholas 🤗

  2. .
    I have been Nicky’ed

    A guy I met the other day
    They told me to beware
    They said he’s always naughty
    So, always be aware

    They said he can’t be handled
    They said he can’t behave
    They said he’d do all sorts of things
    They told me to be brave

    I thought, I’d make my own mind up
    And get to know this person
    And not control, or be in charge
    To-make situations worsen

    He shouted at me, really loud
    I think he-was trying me out
    But-I shouted back twice as loud
    “As he will not beat this Kraut” (I’m German)

    After, we got talking
    About, each other’s story
    of all the things about our lives,
    And found out, both were gory.

    But he gets judged, where I do not
    All because he’s famous
    He gets hate, where I do not,
    From all the ignoramus

    All evidence has three sides
    There’s this, there’s that, then fact
    Also-look, at provocation
    Before opines react

    I know he has Asperger’s
    A horrible disease
    A weird and wacky mental state
    Which creates a big unease

    So, walk a mile within his shoes
    Before you fricking judge
    And maybe then you’ll understand
    And will not hold a grudge

    I got this chance to know him,
    And no… I wasn’t a fan
    He’s mis-understood, with-a heart of gold,
    This beautiful caring man

    With-this lovable likeable rogue,
    a friendship’s now begun
    In fact, it’s even more than that,
    I’ve adopted-him as my son.

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