Acceptance’s Complexity

It’s there:
In the noise that we like to grieve,
And in the silence we cope with their audacity;
And in the hushed tones we express what we truly believe,
Lies the field of acceptance’s complexity; 
It’s there.

It’s there:
With us during nights of reflection,
When we see life-long triumph’s certain scarcity;
And during doubts of even our victorious revelations;
Sits the dementor wearing the shroud of acceptance’s complexity;
It’s there.

It’s there:
As we play the fickle game of life,
As we discover how distortedly constant the march of time is;
And during temporal sessions of reflection upon our mind’s crowded hives,
The shadow of something greater, waving the flag of acceptance’s complexity;
It’s there.

It’s there:
As I write this,
Seeking acceptance that’s undue;
But be there as it may, does acceptance’s complexity challenge who I am?
Dare I say, or rather dare I dare,
It does not, should not.