There is a point
at which we stop looking out
for yes
for okay
for be mine,
when need dissolves,
yearning cuts loose, and
hope and expectation walk away.
While strength climbs in the window
and peace holds us close,
the hunt for validation ceases,
dulling the barb of acceptance..
With that, a new sun
around which all else turns,
offers light,
ever undiminished,
reflecting even in night through a softly eager moon,
an illuminated way.

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