Sure, we don’t have what we had.
But have we really lost it?
Is it not safe in the past?
Untouchable by anything that’ll ever happen?
Is it not our treasure? Ours alone?
Sadness is natural; but
Why discount that treasure by a continued grief?
Sure, we lost the future we assumed we’d have.
But was it ever ours to assume?
Is this not an opportunity to learn of
the futility of assumptions?
Is this not an inspiration to respect, value, love
what we have at present all the more?
Sure, loss has cut us; changed us.
Sure, we’ll never be the same again.
But our love was tethered to a part of us.
The part that gravitated it to us in the first place.
The part which still has its imprint.
The part that’s only been augmented by that bond.
That’s the legacy. It’s a choice to carry it.
It’s a choice to be it.
To let our treasure get air, feel life, through us.
Let it be us. Let us be it. It’s a privilege.
That part is what we’ll be, reaching forward.
Let it be our breath; let it choose our next steps.
Let it add to itself. Let it help us grow.
If we can’t be the same person again,
Let’s be a better person.
If we can’t be with moons who parted from us,
Let’s be with a sun that awaits us.
Possibilities are infinite.
It’s up to us which ones we manifest.
It’s up to us which ones we match with.
© Counselor Apoorva
Psychologist
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