Moving on

"We ignite not in the light, but in lack thereof,

For it is in loss that we truly learn to love."*

When we can feel,

All that is no longer there,

The gap feels greater. 

Widened by the burdens we gain,

When we come to realise,

There is something missing.

A puzzle piece, lost to the dogs. 

A water bottle lid, forgotten in a drawer. 

Sometimes, loss is the best way to move on.

We are no longer held down,

With the challenges of an anchor.

Not needed, 

And lost at some point.

Missed at first, but over time,

You come to see it as a gift.

Not needing to make the choice,

For it was done for you.

When we don’t worry,

We heal. 

I wrote this for school, but also wanted to post it here! *The first two lines are from Amanda Gorman's book Call Us What We Carry.