Comes the Dawn
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 and your eyes open
With the grace of a man, 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 learn that you really can endure. . .
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and learn. . .
With every goodbye you learn.
-Veronica A. Scoffstall

I have held onto these words since high school. Thought you may like them.