Sometimes, you can’t control how a piece comes out. This came out as a prose, more so than a poem, but I feel like I want to share it. Hope you don’t mind.
Often we look back on life lost, wondering so many things. How that person’s life would be now. If turning back the hands of time would have made a difference. If trading your life would have given the other so much more.
But what if that person’s sacrifice was for you to re-evaluate your life?
What if that was the only wake up call you would have listened to?
What if you had to lose someone so important, so meaningful, that you couldn’t despair much more, that you couldn’t go much lower that you tried giving yourself, but it wasn’t your time?
What if the only thing you could do was become stronger, wiser, better, not only so another would not suffer the same fate but because that person would have wanted it for you?
Now that person is watching, smiling upon you.
Treasure Love. Treasure Time, for it is not guaranteed.
May this serve as a reminder of how long Love can stretch, defying all measure.
Poet, short story writer, and aspiring novelist. This blog details my writing journey and everything in between: supporting other writers, doing a feature column and serving as editor-in-chief for All Authors Magazine Online.