Friday, October 28, 2011

Life

After a while 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 always 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 ahead,
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 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.
that you really are strong.
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and you learn,
with every goodbye you learn

2 comments:

Mom to the Fourth Power said...

Great poem. I love those words!
~Margene

That corgi :) said...

Did you write this? It has so much meaning in it indeed!

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