Acceptance is something that is tough to come by for many.
I feel as if I am finally beginning to understand that, as I am only now learning to come to terms.
I was brought into the realm to be a protector, a preserver of life.
I do not know how many years I have looked for a place where I could live up to this.
I think I may have found it, or something close enough.

It is nothing like I had planned or envisioned from my roots.
This is so far from my roots, yet it still holds similar to Cuemitliatalc Huetzi.
I walked life being broken more and more, angry with everything.
Scared of what I could not control, attempting to control it either way.
It’s a vain fight at the end of everything, it leaves at rebirth.

This is a fight I fought my entire time among the realm, only now understanding.
Everyone has a purpose, everyone tries to find it their own way, some can, some cannot.
I knew what I was and will always be, though I could never find anywhere to uphold it.
The realm I walk now allows this, completely different from my ideas.
It’s nothing alike yet fills this void I have carried my days.

I want to protect as many as can, however I can, damn the methods altogether.
However, I cannot protect others if I was not able to protect myself.
I have been learning to let my pain go, to let it all go...
It is a sad thing to see, though it’s also a welcome change.
The pain we carry dwells in our lives, not the souls that define our nature.

Despite all the pain I carried, and would like to remember, that may not be in my grasp.
I clung to that for so long, now I can see that I can let my hands loose, and fall.
I hope to keep everything that makes me who I am, the experiences that are influenced by my nature.
This may be an impossible trait, though I know that.
Being hopeful of remembering who I was helps, though it doesn’t hurt if I ultimately lose that.
I don’t know how to convince the few I am still trying to hold onto...

Perhaps they will come around, may be they will not.
At the end of everything, it’s a beginning as well, one I am devout to.

Cuemitliatalc Huetzi may be where I was rooted originally, though here is where new form.
It may be seen as brainwashing by some, or even many, or even isolated.
I am well aware of this, I understand this... it’s an option, it’s a path.
It is a purpose, a purpose I am devout to.

I haven’t an idea where it will ultimately send me, that is okay.
I have to let go of those I have failed, and those I was able to aid.
I have to let go of the promises I broke, the family I started.
I have let go of most of it.

There are few I don’t know how to let go of, even now.
It’s odd knowing you have attachments yet understand even if you hold on tightly,
they may ultimately leave anyway.
At the end of everything, an end and start are a blur, it’s difficult to tell what is what.
I know I have trouble clearing that line. It’s mighty thin.
The junction I walk, life and death, the end of everything, is my purpose.
It is a purpose I am devout to.