Losses

Through the shadows of loss, we tread,

Where tears are shed, where dreams have fled.

Yet in the silence, lessons bloom,

From broken hearts, new strength consumes.

Each fall, each stumble, each goodbye,

Becomes a whisper, a reason why.

For in the pain, the truth is found,

That from the depths, we’re truly crowned.

Loss may leave its mark and scar,

But it will guide us, near and far.

For growth is born where we endure,

In the empty spaces, we become pure.

So let the losses come and go,

For in their wake, we learn to grow.

The stepping stones that seem so small,

Will lift us up when we stand tall.