Three short verses about moving on
Becoming Someone New
Ever wonder
if you should be sad that something is over;
even though something new,
and more exciting,
and more challenging,
and more satisfying, can now begin;
so much so, you forget the sadness of the end?
What often goes unrealised,
is that an end is its own beginning;
and a beginning is the end
of another person you shouldn't mourn
but forever remember and appreciate
for everything that they taught you,
and the profound brilliance
of having had them in your life.
— Giuliano Piacentini © 2022
On the Pier
Sit on the edge of the pier
as the tide goes swaying by.
Follow a wave until you can no longer see
the sweeping tendril of its crest.
Shut your eyes, and isolate
the foghorn of a distant ferry.
Watch the families splashing about
in the wet sand, down on the bay.
Raise an abstract conch to your head,
and hear another ocean.
Turn and wipe away a salty tear
which you don't remember weeping.
Stare down at your moistened fingertips
and forget why.
Drop the tear into the thrashing tide
and lose it among the froth.
Raise yourself to your feet
and walk away, without looking back.
— Giuliano Piacentini © 2022
In Pursuit of Strength
Though crestfallen,
emerge hopefully into the new day.
Bundle yourself into robust form
and breathe the dawn.
Be kind, and self-deprecating
and strong among yourself.
In no uncertain moment shall you feel
weak or abandoned or exploited
by those who believe to know and deserve
more than you. They are gloriously mistaken.
Your spirit is mighty, emboldened,
and your mind is greater still;
undeterred by insult as distraction.
You are everything you survey and admire,
and with a burnished soul,
you shall conquer all.
— Giuliano Piacentini © 2022
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