Past Year Past Love

With the passing of another year
Comes the end of your first true love,
Now the unknown is what you fear,
It is hard for positive to rise above
The pain of rejection, the utter despair,
But every ending can herald a new start.
It is possible, after tears you find there
Is a chance to repair your broken heart.

Time's a great healer, it's often quoted,
Clichéd of course, but in fact often true,
Love's bitter sweet has been finally coated
With disillusionment. Every day changes hue
According to feelings felt; it could be
That because you've loved, the pain is cruel,
To have loved and been loved you may agree
Is better than a void; for life provides fuel.

Experiences, however painful, often serve
To make us stronger. It might appear useless,
But if you take stock and have the nerve
You may even in the future be able to profess
That you have grown, developed from the fact.
That from this period of extreme desolation
Arising like a phoenix, proud and exact,
Despair gives way to friendship, love, elation.

Oh joyous day the first of a brand new year,
Prepare for sorrow but put aside all doubt,
Accept help that's offered to help ease fear,
Be strong and face the truth, then turn about
And step into the light and feel the sun,
The warmth of feeling again vital and alive,
Accept the course of this first love is run
It's in the past. One day new love will thrive.