#100sareepact
\n#KosaSilk
\n#Brian Patten<\/p>\n
You lose your love for her and then
\nIt is her who is lost,
\nAnd then it is both who are lost,
\nAnd nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.<\/p>\n
In a very ordinary world
\nA most extraordinary pain mingles with the small routines,
\nThe loss seems huge and yet
\nNothing can be pinned down or fully explained.<\/p>\n
You are afraid.
\nIf you found the perfect love
\nIt would scald your hands,
\nRip the skin from your nerves,
\nCause havoc with a computered heart.<\/p>\n
You lose your love for her and then it is her who is lost.
\nYou tried not to hurt and yet
\nEverything you touched became a wound.
\nYou tried to mend what cannot be mended,
\nYou tried, neither foolish nor clumsy,
\nTo rescue what cannot be rescued.<\/p>\n
You failed,
\nAnd now she is elsewhere
\nAnd her night and your night
\nAre both utterly drained.<\/p>\n
How easy it would be
\nIf love could be brought home like a lost kitten
\nOr gathered in like strawberries,
\nHow lovely it would be;
\nBut nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.<\/p>\n
~Brian Patten<\/p>\n
Words that resonate and have reminded me to move on each time…
\nMy short marriage to a fine young man ended in 2013 and it has been a quiet journey since, one filled with introspection, guilt, heartache and a sudden sense of freedom even. As I turn a year older and hopefully wiser next week, I shed the extra burden off my shoulders and start anew a chapter filled with renewed hope and knowledge that – “Nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be” and neither are you or the partner you choose….<\/p>\n
So stop making things perfect and accept the everyday imperfections that life has to throw at you ‘cos in that discovery lies growth…<\/p>\n
…With a new found love for myself, I march ahead in search of a more fulfilling journey in this beautiful Kosa silk from my mother’s wardrobe….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
#100sareepact #KosaSilk #Brian Patten You lose your love for her and then It is her who is lost, And then it is both who are lost, And nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be. In a very ordinary world A most extraordinary pain mingles with the small routines, The loss seems…<\/p>\n