Losing

Losing is a painful thing,

A burden that the heart must bring.

It cuts so deep, it hurts so much,

A wound that's hard to ever touch.

It's losing someone close to heart,

A love that's been torn apart.

A friendship that's been long and true,

An irreplaceable bond that grew.

It's losing a dream that once was bright,

A hope that shone like stars at night.

A goal that was so close in reach,

But slipped away like sand on a beach.

Losing is a bitter pill to take,

A wound that never seems to break.

It lingers on, it haunts the soul,

A wound that never can be whole.

But even in the midst of pain,

There's hope that springs to life again.

A new beginning, a fresh start,

A chance to heal a broken heart.

For in every loss, there's a gain,

A lesson learned, a stronger chain.

A chance to rise and stand up tall,

And walk again, despite the fall.

So though losing may bring pain,

It's not the end, it's not in vain.

For in the midst of every loss,

There's hope and strength, and life across