Why is it we must lose
The ones we love?
We are born into this world
Together.
Even if brief,
That togetherness
Is intricately woven into
Who we are.
From birth
To death,
We are yearning for connection,
Striving to be seen,
To be heard,
To be known,
To be loved.
To belong.
To be.
To be in a sea of beings,
To float along
Weightless
In saline certainty,
The comfort of conformity
Crystalizing until
We lose ourselves
To avoid losing others.
And yet what have we saved?
What gain is there
In all of this loss?
What have we gathered up
In this forest of fragile feelings?
The broken sticks
And moldy leaves waft
Up the nose
Triggering mildew memories.
What have we gained,
Losing ourselves
To gain acceptance?
We are invalidated
We are invalidated
Through our search for validation.
The ones who love us do,
The ones who don’t won’t
The haters will hate,
And lovers will stay the day;
But, in the end,
Both will leave us
Irrevocably
Alone.
As will we, one day,
Leave—
Taking flight—
The cold Arctic wind
Thrilling, chilling, and killing
The life we’ve stored away.
We are indeed born into this world
Together.
And yet, many are alone.
Why is it that we must lose
The ones we love?
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A question I have heard form books, films, and many people and all have a different answer. Well expressed in your poem are the different aspects of loss and in fine can we console ourselves with the transcience of life and relationships? Or do we invent ways to hold on through belief, hope and memories. Lovely write
Indeed. Thank you, my friend, I truly appreciate your time and thoughts 🙏❤️ I am glad that the poem came through.
This one could easily have many answers, but i have often wondered why people in general only remember the good memories, is it because that is what they remember or are they protecting their own emotions and feelings from the pain. I guess everyone has their own way. Loved reading this and a Fav for today
Thank you, my friend. Good questions, indeed. Really thankful that the poem delivered and I am grateful for your comments and faving it too! ❤️🙏
You are very welcome
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you Tony, much appreciated!
You're welcome
Then again, some ghouls only turn up at the reading of the Will, hoping to cash in!
You know that is true! LOL! They'll be sorely disappointed to be handed bills of the invoice variety! The only denominations I possess! 😂!
Unfortunately
Totally! Thanks for reading and commenting, bro! ❤️🙏
Wow, good write, enjoyed the read!
Thank you, my friend! Appreciate your engagement and the fave too! Glad the poem delivered! ❤️🙏
You’re very welcome!
To love is accepting that one day you will lose, but in the moment you can enjoy their company
Indeed. 💯 Thank you for your thoughts, my profound poet friend! ❤️🙏
Profound but also imminently understandable .. because we see and because poetry allows us to .. Neville
Indeed. Thank you so much, Neville. I always appreciate your time and your feedback. Hope you are having a great day, my friend! ❤️🙏
Wow, a powerful. thought-provoking piece.
Thank you Tom, much appreciated! ❤️🙏
If I said simply, Genesis 3, would it really matter? It's a reality fewer realize than aught, since the end is hauntingly coldly eerie when you mistakenly believed you couldn't be so alone. Years ago it dawned on me that there'd be none to advocate for me to the LORD, only Himself. And the reality which pans itself out even now is so devoid of close companions, I find Job's words too aprops, "...Thou hast made desolate all my company--" (Job 16:7b) Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a superbly haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Fair question. I am definitely aware of Genesis 3, and, honestly, at this point, my question is, does it? I mean, it matters in terms of the grand scheme of how sin entered into the world and God's ultimate plan. That said, regardless, sin entered the world millennia ago, and there's nothing that can be done about it. And who asked to be born? 🤣 So, without permission, we're born into a world. And, through that birth to no fault of our own, we are bound to sin. I'm not questioning the reality of this...one just has to turn on the news...but it seems knowing this reality doesn't change the fact that it all really seems kind of futile and trivial. This, of course, is philosophical/cynical me coming through. But what's faith without doubt? Anyway, thank you my friend for reading and taking the time to engage and fave. I always look forward to your visits! ❤️🙏
But, of course, you're very welcome, my pleasure. Thank you for engaging with me via commenting.
Absolutely. Love to engage, especially in religion and philosophy. You are most welcome, my friend! 😊
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