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Wednesday, June 16th, 2010 08:18 pm
"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 ahead, with the grace of a 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, that you really are strong and that you really do have worth

And you learn and you learn, with every goodbye you learn..."
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©1971 Veronica A. Shoffstall

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010 07:32 pm (UTC)
I had this poem (scribbled down on a tatty piece of paper) pinned up on my bedroom wall throughout my teens. I haven't thought about it for a long time. I'm all nostalgic!

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Wednesday, June 16th, 2010 07:33 pm (UTC)
My crummy sister printed that out and gave it to me one year for xmas. It's one of the very few things I actually treasure that she ever gave me. I always thought she was having a rare moment of trying to reach out to someone else before she retreated back into being a weasel again.