Comes the Dawn
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and sharing a life
and you learn that love doesn't mean possession
and company doesn't mean security
and loneliness is universal.
And you 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 your hope on today
as the future has a way of falling apart in mid-flight
because tomorrow's ground can be too uncertain for plans
yet each step taken in a new direction creates a path
toward the promise of a brighter dawn.
And you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and nourish your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that love, true love,
always has joys and sorrows
seems ever present, yet is never quite the same
becoming more than love and less than love
so difficult to define.
And you learn that through it all
you really can endure
that you really are strong
that you do have value
and you learn and grow
with every goodbye
you learn.
Joy Whitman
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Why do I always get all nervous when my friends write deep, inspirational prose on their blogs? Wow! I hope life truly is good for you right now.
Oops, sorry, my bad. Actually it's my favorite poem from way back when. I forgot to cite the author. Things are good for me, it just made me think of another friend of mine. :)
So, who's the author?
Joy Whitman, as best as I can tell. A few other people have laid claim to the poem. But I got it out of Dear Abby when I was in college and I've had it ever since. :) I get all my finest poetry from Dear Abby. ;)
Dear Abby, eh? I get all my best prose from National Lampoon!
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