After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and a 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 you defeats with your head up and your open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, And you learn to build all you 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 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 you really do have worth.
written at age 19
