Often ends are also the new beginnings…
Often ends are also the new beginnings.
There is pain for what we have lost, yet relief for the end of pain.
There is a change in how we define ourselves, yet we find ourselves completely changed.
There is a bucketful of emotions to live through, yet there is a total void.
Often ends are also the new beginnings.
People around start seeming different, meanings of relationships are altered
things seem trivial, and intentions seem faltered
Kindness feels precious, and tenderness much desired; there is so much to do & organise, but all I feel is tired.
Often ends are also the new beginnings.
We start to find new things around us, or do we start noticing what we had earlier ignored?
We get support from strangers, or were they someone always known?
We start seeing the light in things that did not earlier matter.
Words suddenly hold a value that formerly just seemed like a natter.
Tears where there were none expected, hugs from those that love us
What shall I focus on; the new dawn or the passing dusk?
I want to see the light, and I want to focus on the new innings,
because often, my friend, ends are also the new beginnings.