Acceptance (a prose poem)* by Jared Baly

Every day is a winding road, yet every night is a dream come true. The shy introvert can reveal his true self in the darkness, free from judgment and prejudice. The moon in the sky brings joy to a less fortunate soul, allowing him to express the true colors beneath his skin. Yet the sunshine traps him inside a box, restricting his actions and watching his every move. The daylight blinds those around him from looking past his exterior. Nowhere to escape or hide, yet wanting to be a grain of sand among the tides.

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