Transformation of loss and bitterness Losing one’s son Can change you without your knowing, yet So does the caterpillar change to a butterfly Or a baby to an adult Silence is not always golden, nor Is it necessary To move on to the next chapter of your life To continue to grow and heal and remember the way things used to be Or to lose sight of what your dreams once were, But to continue to move in the direction of changing, beginnings and endings New face and names, new possibilities and venues Sometimes change means staying the same and it only Looks different But we know the truth and we know the realities For we need to follow the butterfly and follow the path Moving, moving, moving We must dance to the bitter tune of Spring of May and of June When things we see are sought and things we don’t are not Dance! Please feel free to leave comments on how you transformed from loss and bitterness, the tears, the pain...
On the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song, As I watch the bright stars shining—I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of the future. by Walt Whitman