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 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 .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 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....
That you really are strong.
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and you learn....
With every goodbye you learn.
Veronica A Shoffstall.
'With the grace of woman,not the grief of a child'...this whole thing is wonderful, but don't you just love this line?!
ReplyDeleteYes,this is one of those I love to read every so often.
DeleteI've learned this too over the years.... what a wonderful insight... So glad you share this piece!
ReplyDeletePS. Janet, I would love to post this piece on my pink blog sometime....(it's one I don't post on very often)
ReplyDeleteWould that be okay with you?
Sure, that is fine with me! :)
ReplyDeleteLucy I delight in your sweet words left in the secret place of my Quiet blog. thank you. ox
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