by Veronica A.
Shoffstall
After a while you learn
the subtle difference
between holding a hand
and chaining a soul
And you learn that love
doesn't mean leaving
and company doesn't mean security
And you begin to understand
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept
your defeats with your
head held high and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a child.
You learn to build
your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground
is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of
falling down in midflight.
After a while 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
and that you really are strong
and you really do have worth
And you learn and learn and you learn
With every goodbye you learn
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