Comes the Dawn


If you really want to know, I don’t remember how or when I came to have Veronica A. Shoffstall’s poem, but I found it again this afternoon when I was downstairs cleaning out/up and organizing my storage unit (the pit that never shrinks). Just want to share it with you, especially if you’ve been through some hard times. If you have, that means you are alive. Be grateful.

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 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 open,

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.  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 you really do have worth.

And you learn and learn

With every goodbye you learn.

Annie Ambles onto the balcony to greet the new day


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