Life is marked by change, both turbulent and placid, but change nonetheless. But this change may not always be associated with something that pleases the one who undergoes it, rather, it may leave behind a void of loss that can be incredibly painful to bear. However, even in the face of such change that could constitute loss and suffering, there is a silver lining. The way of the world teaches one to learn to live with this loss and ultimately grow. This poem is an attempt to encapsulate these thoughts, in rhythm.
How strange is it
That the promises meant to be kept forever
Are those that are broken most often
And all that is left are remnants of its pieces, scattered as piercing shards.
The strongest ropes tear
The unsinkable ships sink
The healthiest hearts fail
And the brightest stars lose their lustre.
It dawns upon us that every beginning,
Has its end determined before its life
And though the inevitability of it is universally acknowledged,
Yet the preceding void leaves us crushed and distraught.
Every story may not have a prologue that gives it an epilogue,
It may just have chapter one and chapter end
It may not stretch beyond its conclusion to a happy ending,
But that ache of a fairytale ending can still be overcome.
To bear this weight is the only remedy
To accept the tearing rope and the sinking ship,
To accept the anatomical surrender and losing shine,
Is the only way to piece the piercing shards together.