From Sorrow To Acceptance
Each loss was undiscovered country, landscapes I had never seen, mountains I had never climbed.
I had taken a journey past familiar landmarks I missed, and memories that were past.
I had buried the familiar stories and neglected the happiness, which lay buried deep beneath the earth,only now and then pushing to the surface.
I drank from bitter springs and sat among the weeds, neglecting to seperate them from the flowers.
Beheld only the sunsetting but forgot the beauty in each new day.
When I had shed enough tears, I remembered the laughter echoing in the valley and heard the birds chirping a new song.
And then, I saw the sun reflecting on the water.
And instead of weeds, I saw flowers.
Where there were empty patches of dirt, I saw seedlings and the possibility of new beginnings.