Lost and Found

Carried with us into our futures
Are our losses,
They don’t fall behind.
Kneading shaping and moulding us,
Resting in the back of minds.
Colour our perspective,
Feed into our fears,
Ever present, not selective,
They demand of us our tears,
And we will give them, if we are wise enough,
And we need not hold them
What ever we do the way is tough,
And will show us what we lack.
The lessons there for learning
Will guide us on our way,
There will be gifts of parting
Only found in losses wake.
For the treasure will not tarnish
And our strength won’t be dispersed
Our lives can be embellished
When we embrace our loss and hurt.


– Nonika

– Yvie Ratzmann (photograph)

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