Comes the Dawn…
April 15, 2011
The first time I fell in love, I was pretty reckless. My whole heart was given, the blinders where on, the ego was fully entrenched. It was all quite dramatic, really. Breakups and reunions were the four-month pattern that continued for years and years and years. This man was worshipped and idolized beyond any realistic human potential.
The joy I feel in retrospect that this particular relationship did not work out is immeasurable. I would not have my children, my life, my current partner if that relationship continued. I don’t believe I would be who I am today.
I have some younger people in my life struggling with the intensity of a first love breakup, so I dug up a poem I was given in my early twenties. I kept it for my future child’s first heart-break.
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And company doesn’t mean security.
And presents aren’t promises,
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
With every goodbye you learn.