Truth is all that pain deserves
to tell its story completely,
for muddied waters cloud circumstance,
and blame rarely a pertinent target;
as our pain dictates wrongly,
when the point of it misunderstood,
tis no right, tis not wrong,
just a consequence of our doing.
Suffering is pain woven in time,
and again very misunderstood,
for life is no walk in the park,
rather a colored parade of experience
that teaches us from our responses and choices made:
some seen as good others detrimental,
yet it matters not,
for how we deal with them the only value.
Loss is the breaking of our immediate world,
a change that is hard to accept,
but all things cycle in life, and death just another certainty,
its pain the struggle of change and emotional upheaval,
misconstrued by fears and personal anxiety,
yet again our grieving, our response,
the very making of our character,
the learning of the soul.
True love may be a commitment, and attachment,
but in freedom it is also a letting go,
and so in love we release our passed loved-ones
to journey on beyond this earthly realm,
happy in the knowledge they loved
and were loved deeply,
and so in our acceptance, we give rise to the living soul,
the bonds of love ongoing.
Tony DeLorger © 2017