Sorrow to Freedom

For all the time lost
For all the energy wasted
For all the opportunity missed
For all the connections weakened
For all the love withered away
For all the wisdom ignored
For all the pain obscured with numbing distance…

I grieve

For all the money I never made anyway
For all the careers I never climbed anyway
For all the titles I never got anyway
For all the recognition
                  by people I never cared for or about
                  by groups that took more than gave
                  doing things I already forgot
                                    recognition I never received anyway
For all the mansions I never afforded anyway
For all the vehicles I could not drive anyway
For all the being envied by all that never happened anyway

I grieve the waste

For being a late bloomer always
For making many mistakes over and again
For following maps faithfully with no sense of direction
For being always behind
For being an arrogant fraud in recovery
For being human
For being

I celebrate and honor this grief and journey

For         all this loss and waste
               all this pursuit of the pointless
               all this falling

All this is part of
                  How joy finds me
                  How wisdom is with me
                  And how Freedom
                                                      bestows her sweet gifts upon me
                                                                                                            And all like me