On Loss
In retrospect of all the major losses I have had,
I am grateful and recognize they weren't meant to be
They weren't meant for me
Dead weight
Men who never cared for me
Even loss of virginity
Didn't mean I was impure
But rather gave me a greater view of what love
Was supposed to be
Jobs that weren't good enough for me
The rejection lists were no great travesty
When the door of opportunity
Opened to reveal something even greater
Than I had previously
Believed I was worthy of
-Something worthy of me
Loss in retrospect
Was the least best thing
That I'd expect
Could be the greatest single thing
That has ever happened to me
Loss you see
Isn't negativity
It only sharpens your course
For what is supposed to be yours
Like the chiseling of a statue
Cutting and chipping away at
The rock and debris that doesn't make you
The perfection of what God or the Universe deems you to be
And sometimes
Though the loss may be painful and loathsome
It is no less purposeful
With no less meaning
Than to bring you to terms
With who you truly are
To be
So let go of your angst of loss
And embrace it
Wholeheartedly
