After a while, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining the soul.
You learn that love does not mean leaning,
And company does not mean security.

You learn that kisses are not contracts,
And presents are not promises.
You begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and eyes open.
With the grace of an adult,
Not the grief of a child.

You learn to build your roads for today;
Because tomorrow is uncertain,
And futures fall down in mid-flight.
You forgot that even sunshine,
Burns if you get too much.

So, plant your garden and decorate your soul,
Instead of waiting for delivered flowers.

You learn, then, that you can really endure.
That you really are strong.
And you do have worth.