Comes the Dawn

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 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...
-veronica

I was browsing through some stuff the other day and found this poem online. Simply-written, yet incredibly reflective of the experiences of many...I'm going to dedicate this post especially to those who are heartbroken and hurt.