Job Welime

What is meant for me will never miss me.

I will do my best to represent my case,
Not with noise, not with begging hands,
But with truth laid bare on the table

Because life has taught me something,
No one could explain to me,
Only loss could, only waiting could, only watching doors close without slamming could teach.

What is meant for me, will never miss me
It may arrive late, mud on its shoes, breathing hard from the run, but it will arrive.

And if it misses me, if it passes my street
Forgets my name, chooses another address, then it was never mine to carry
Never mine to chase
Never mine to break myself for

I have learned not everything requires a fight
Some things require faith, Some things require letting go, with open hands instead of clenched fists

I will speak when I must
Stand when I am called
And sit down when silence, is the louder wisdom

I no longer measure my worth by what leaves me,
I measure it by how I remain,
Still whole, still breathing, still kind, after disappointment tried to make me bitter

I show up, I try, I love honestly, I tell my truth
That is my part

The rest, timing, alignment, destiny belongs to something bigger than me

So if I win
I will receive it with gratitude
If I lose
I will release it without regret

Because what is meant for me
will never miss me
And what misses me was never meant to stay