My Novels

Monday, November 16, 2009

Wish I'd written this...

COMES THE DAWN

After awhile you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love 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 you head up and your eyes open.
With the grace of maturity, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on
Today because tommorow'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
And that you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn and learn ....
With every goodbye you learn.

-Veronica A. Shoftstall

1 comment:

Lorri S said...

"So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers."
These words are so true, and something I am endeavouring to live by from now on.
I am planning for things I want to do, if others want to come along, fine, and if they don't that is also fine.
Such liberation, only wish I'd had the self esteem to do this years ago.