Lesson of Loss

My past does not define my present, to the world I claim

Though admittedly on that day someone else I became.

Like a fledgling bird, into life did I abruptly leap;

However, my control soon lost I feel into the deep.

 

Faltering, discombobulated , forgotten and defeated,

My despair festered and flourished still I left it untreated.

To ignore the loss of stability I always felt,

Under an elaborate facade of structure I dwelt.

 

Learning to discount my emotions, I hid from the truth,

For, you, my mentor, the distinguished hero of my youth,

Could no longer remain in this sad farce of existence.

The sharp nip of pain too palpable, I kept my distance.

 

Further broken and beaten,

In the crumbling ruins of my mirage, little did sweeten,

As the days turned into years,

For my dignity’s sake, I stoutly refused to shed tears.

 

Mistakes may not be mended however suffering still ended.

Why in times of crisis must the affliction be extended?

 

Through the consistent support and sympathy of my friends,

Was my sense of self restored,

And my heart now returned to a steady rhythm ,sings aloud

In bliss, its’ triumphant tale.

 

With newfound confidence when confronted with adversity,

I spy the futility,

Of attempting to conform to perfectionist standards,

An impossible exploit.

 Replaced are the all consuming thoughts of abandonment,

And ,past experiences behind

Me, I discover the essential value of my life:

Individuality.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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