Filed under Self Life
is not when it's lost
it's how it lives in your heart
that it may come and go
yet it will remain embedded in your soul
all forgiving
all encompassing
all consuming
that to lose doesn't mean
losing a part of you
rather, to lose means that there's a part of you
that is set free
and letting go of that
wandering soul
that used to be a twin of your very own
to roam
and finally find its own place in the sun
is what makes you the better person you could be
maybe loss is the only way
to bring you somewhere
you are really meant to be
bringing you to
the one
you are truly
meant to be with
I have recently given up my apartment to go back and stay with my family in Imus. I was rummaging through some old stuff stored in my room trying to figure out how to clean up some mess I have collected through the years and make my old room habitable again.
I chanced upon an old organizer I had since college and found a small paper with a typewritten poem on it. The same poem as above.
Like a scene plucked from a J.K. Rowling book, I felt an odd feeling while reading the poem trying to remember where I got the note, who gave it to me and when I got it. Hard as I try to pick on my middle-aged brain, my memory just failed me.
Then suddenly, I had this funny feeling that I could have been the one who wrote it.
Through the years, I have had momentary phases of inspiration when I would just write poetry at random. But I never got the habit of collecting and keeping them for posterity. And most of these poems, I can no longer remember.
In any case, I just thought of sharing this poem in the hope that someone out there would also find inspiration from it.
With all modesty, I can safely say that I have definitely come a long way since that time when I most likely needed to hear the message of this poem. Suffice it to say, I have learned to live by it... without me consciously realizing it!
Hell, maybe I DID write it!?!? ;-)
