In retrospect of all the major losses I have had, I am grateful and recognize they weren't meant to be They weren't meant for me Dead weight Men who never cared for me Even loss of virginity Didn't mean I was impure But rather gave me a greater view of what love Was supposed to be Jobs that weren't good enough for me The rejection lists were no great travesty When the door of opportunity Opened to reveal something even greater Than I had previously Believed I was worthy of -Something worthy of me Loss in retrospect Was the least best thing That I'd expect Could be the greatest single thing That has ever happened to me Loss you see Isn't negativity It only sharpens your course For what is supposed to be yours Like the chiseling of a statue Cutting and chipping away at The rock and debris that doesn't make you The perfection of what God or the Universe deems you to be And sometimes Though the loss may be painful and loathsome It is no less purposeful With no less meaning Than to bring you to terms With who you truly are To be So let go of your angst of loss And embrace it Wholeheartedly