The pain of loss doth help one grow,
Though for a time a seeming lie.
— A truth of life one surely knows
The pain of loss doth help one grow,
In time tears departed surely show,
That living breaks deaths scheming lie
The pain of loss doth help one grow,
Though for a time a seeming lie?
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
AUTHORS NOTE: I thought I would give a new (old) form of poetry a try. This form is called a triolet and dates back to 13th century France.
What does not kill us
Makes us stronger so they say
The heart disagrees
Love makes us suffer to grow
Before we are freed
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Image Credit: cities.org
The chameleon
Changes with it’s surrounding
So also must we
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A life lived fully
Is spent learning and growing
Only to pass on
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Criticism,
Painful at first blush,
Until you peel away the layers,
Exposing a vulnerable core,
Where some bit of truth lies,
The abrasion is only momentary,
Shallow and unremarkable,
Healing once embraced,
Allowing growth of mind and spirit,
Reinventing that which faltered,
Strengthening all that we are.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
With each step forward
We open doors into the unknown
New challenges rush to face us
Throwing up a gauntlet to halt our progress
Forcing us to confront our fears
Our doubts push us to grow
To thrive
To succeed at all which we strive to do
No matter the constraints we place on ourselves.
Dom DiFrancesco 