Gratitude for what we once had

To separate is sometimes in the cards.
Though you may feel relief, it makes you sad
To contemplate the scattered, broken shards
Of intimate relationship gone bad.
Your consolation lies in moving on,
But at your peril you neglect to mourn.
For new connections there is time anon;
The old must die before the new is born.

The hardest gratitude is what we’ve lost,
Appreciating that which did not last.
To feel this is to know the future’s cost,
And free yourself to leave behind the past.
It’s difficult, but trust yourself to cope—
To step into the unknown, ripe with hope.

— JJM, #56 from the Yi Jing Sonnet project

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