On Loss

In retrospect of all the major losses I have had,

I am grateful and recognize they weren't meant to be

They weren't meant for me

Dead weight

Men who never cared for me

Even loss of virginity

Didn't mean I was impure

But rather gave me a greater view of what love

Was supposed to be

Jobs that weren't good enough for me

The rejection lists were no great travesty

When the door of opportunity

Opened to reveal something even greater

Than I had previously

Believed I was worthy of

-Something worthy of me

Loss in retrospect

Was the least best thing

That I'd expect

Could be the greatest single thing

That has ever happened to me

Loss you see

Isn't negativity

It only sharpens your course

For what is supposed to be yours

Like the chiseling of a statue

Cutting and chipping away at

The rock and debris that doesn't make you

The perfection of what God or the Universe deems you to be

And sometimes

Though the loss may be painful and loathsome

It is no less purposeful

With no less meaning

Than to bring you to terms

With who you truly are

To be

So let go of your angst of loss

And embrace it

Wholeheartedly