I've always wondered
Why yours was saved and cured
While mine was taken away
I've always been secretly jealous
That you didn't have to endure my pain
And it all seemed to work out
In the end and you have
What I have lost
And so desperately felt I needed.
But then I realized some things
Without this loss and pain
I would not have grown
Would not have married
Or fallen in love so deeply
Without this pain
I would not have been able to forge
The muscle needed
To stand up for myself
And stop the abide once and for all.
I also realized this:
I probably was given this pain
I was given this journey
Because I could handle it
And you could not.
So while I believe that some things
Will always be a tragedy
That broke my heart
Seeds were sewn to bloom
And make my life richer and fuller
Despite what I have lost.
