After awhile you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open.
With the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After awhile you learn
that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul.
Instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong.
That you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn.
by Veronica A. Shoffstall
