Accept

The music notes float over to my ears.
The Christmas tree flickers out of focus as I write, as I recall
the chaos in a world that moves quicker than ever
on the other side of the window behind me.

There lies the anger.
So. Much. Anger.
Capitalized by those who know what fear becomes.
Taken in by those who don’t.

They live among us, uniformly uninformed, almost proud of it.
But the anger. Why does it exist?
Accept. Accept. Accept.

Except to accept, for some, is too painful, confusing, anger-worthy.
Will we learn? Will we learn we must always learn?
It is, by far, the only way to live, to progress.

In a world where only God can judge, we champion the art.
It is easier to include, to think outside the box.
It’s easier to love, to laugh, to…
Accept. Accept. Accept.