In the Land of Lost Things

In all and everything I’ve lost
I’ve learned a lesson-
at a cost.
Each price collected swiftly, snatched
from hands too surprised to catch,
to grasp, to clasp, to reach – extend,
too confused to comprehend
the meaning of this painful trade,
Far too dizzy to find
the benefit behind the price I paid.

But every time the shock, the anger, the pain,
slowly ebbs and disappears like rain,
and a lesson is revealed again.


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