The Risk of Love is Loss…

And the price of loss is GRIEF. But the pain of grief is only a shadow, when compared with the pain of never risking LOVE! 

With that, here is a poem I wrote for my two late grandfathers:

 

May I compare you to a cool autumn day?

Serene, quiet and as disciplined as it is,

lovely, warm and as affable as could be,

the mother of all beauty,

equilibrium of gloom and gleam,

a time to let go,

and free ourselves of that which has been a burden.

As you give up the ghost,

I shall learn to let go too,

I shall learn to see the beauty that was your existence

in a time of melancholy.

The autumns are all too short-lived;

         you knew there would always be spring,

          new beginnings for both you and me.

 

A couple of days ago, I was taking a walk when I came across a cemetery. A place so solemnly beautiful, peaceful, inspiring yet so nail-biting.

The smell of freshly mown grass and flowers, gray granite tombstones reflecting the sun, standing erect in eerie silence.

A place that screams ambivalent memories at me. Memories of how I’ve sniveled myself to bed. Memories of the fondest ones I’ve loved and lost. Those never to return from the dark abyss of demise. And those who are no longer a part of my life. Those who chose to leave, or I chased away, or maybe nature just simply tore us apart. One of the hardest things I’ve had to do is to grieve the loss of a person still alive. Dark memories.

A place that screams the miserable realization of how with each second, time’s lost. The dreadful realization that we have to cherish every moment we have with our loved ones.

 The pain of loss. Ineffable.

You are never prepared. But eventually, you make it through the pain. And it makes you stronger. And you love again. Because if you’ve never lost, then you’ve never truly loved. And you may never truly love.

Love comes with loss. Godly love. The fondness of a loved one. A family member. A special someone. A friend. A pet. Whomever or whatever you choose to love.

It may be stormy sometimes, but it won’t rain forever. You may not get over the loss of a loved one, but you will learn to live with it. And you will rebuild yourself around the loss you’ve suffered. That is what I’ve come to realize. To love is to lose. Is it worth it? Every single moment of it! Cada momento. I promise! 😉

 

I’m sorry I started off on such a negative note but the inspiration hit me. This topic means so much to me, and I knew that this was exactly what I wanted to write about for my first blog. Click here to tell me what you would love me to write about though 😉 or simply what you thought of my first blog!!!!!! 🙂 I’ll write about lighter topics in the future. I’m not a sad human being! I promise 🙂 But I’m really excited to have a platform where I can share my thoughts and ideas! Shoutout to my parents for the website btw!♥ Shoutout to Nicole Wasomi!♥ And shoutout to you!♥ Hope you like it here so far!

Also, click here to learn more about me and this blog.

Stay safe.

-Dashushka.

 

19 thoughts on “The Risk of Love is Loss…

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  1. Dasha,iam so happy to see what you have started. You are destined for greatness. Your blog just reminded me of the people close to my heart and have gone the same journey. I just realized i need to treasure the moments i have with those i love and still with me. God bless you and inspire more of the upcoming writings. All the best.

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  2. Phewx!!!! I was getting worried as I read till I got to the end. That is a captivating piece (of course I had to consult the dictionary here and there). Keep up the writing.

    Regards,
    Joshua (the cousin you never knew- your dads colleague)

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