(opti) (Mism): For Nancy. Poem by Medusa Waves

Winter, comes and goes.
Lovers, they die and born
Seeds sprout new life,
And life brings new seeds.
In every solitude, there’s a magnitude of optimism trying to break in.
Yet, the negativity, cannot allow it in.
We encounter people, not for friendships.
Not for lovers.
Not for givers, not for breeders.
We encounter people for personal growth.
Personal understanding,
Personal joy.
Every person is in your life as a part of your growth.
A part of your development to find the truer you, than the you that was true before.
To fixate on a single, minute human life is vain. To you, and to them.
Fixation doesn’t allow for any other life.
So.
New attachments are missed.
New discoveries—forgotten.
New enhancements…delayed.
It’s okay to ache, its okay to hurt, its okay to cry, and fight with yourself,
It’s okay to plea a death.
But remember to be true and fair to you first.
Pick yourself up; you’re the only one who will never leave.
Build yourself up. Grow from every encounter,
The good, the bad, the neutral-all are meant for you’re acknowledgment.
Don’t dismiss the very minute of a chance to be the happiest you can be.
Especially in the hands of a hurtful human.
You have every capability as any other to do extraordinary things.
Every encounter, however it may end. It’s for your personal growth.
Be careful not to shut the door on a new life to build upon.
It can be the greatest one so far.