A poem.

Allow me to share with you guys, a beautiful poem, by Veronica A. Shoffstall.


AFTER A WHILE.

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 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 
you really are strong 
you really do have worth
and you learn 
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn…