An Ode To Loss.

She seems a cruel mistress, Loss,
Spawned of Time and our own Mortality;
Whom we answer to, from the first breath;
And she is inescapable, as inescapable as death.

We are always losing.
Losing friends,
Losing love;
Losing faith.
Losing the fervour in our legs,
The electricity in our hearts.
The safety of a parent’s arms.
The hazy, enticing illusion of everyouth.

Loss, then, seems to be a curse;
But she’s not what she seems.
She may be harsh; merciless even,
But it is her hands that mould you.
Define who you are, and what you will become.
Do not presume to know yourself,
Until you have lost.
Lost what seemed, at the time, like your everything.
You value those who stay, only once you know what the pain of loss feels like.

So embrace it, the loss of people in your life.
Embrace Loss long enough, and you’ll find she has another name,
A more hopeful, more powerful name;
Change.

Worship and accept her,
Write her songs;
Even through her bitterness.
Yet do not expect to receive her kindness,
For she shows none.

Here is my song to her;
My Ode to Loss.