What if everything is exactly as it's supposed to be?

What if he was supposed to cross my path for nine short months?

What if I was supposed to love him?

What if he was supposed to leave me?

What if I am supposed to feel this grief, this shock, this red-hot aching of the chest cavity?

Maybe my love was more a gift to myself even than to him.

Maybe his leaving was a favor that I didn't know I needed.

Maybe from the ashes in which I stand, the charred remains of the future I'd imagined, there will grow a seed, and from the seed will sprout a bud, and from the bud will bloom a peony.

Bright pink and full-bodied. Satin-petaled, unfurling.

And one day I'll find I'm ten times the woman I ever thought I'd be.

Maybe.

Comments

[Rosemary Posemary]

Yes this may be.

Opportunity is nowhere.

Opportunity is now here.

XO,

Rosemary

[Josee]

thanks for the reminder!!
what if this was exactly what God had in mind for me and I just didn't know it...

[Lilan]

Ah, Rosemary, I just got to that story last night! Funny. :-) Oh but how this hurts. :-(
Love
Me

[DaMomma]

I am a better mother -- person -- because I lost my first child. Who knows whether it was worth the price?

Thank God it wasn't my choice to make.

This one isn't your choice to make, either.

[Lilan]

Wow, Liz, I didn't realize. Thank you for sharing something so real, so hard. Makes the loss of 9 months of love feel a little less big.
xoxox
L

[Julie @ the calm before the stork]

You, walking through the fire, on the other side, glorious, vibrant, alive, beautiful, always.

[Lilan]

Oh, Julie, this is a poem. I will post it on my bedroom wall. Thank you!