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Poem
After a while, 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 present aren’t promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open,
with the grace of an adult, 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.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if
you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your 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.
—Veronica Shoftsall
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