Loss of Fiance - A Poem


After awhile 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 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 grief of a man not the grief of a child.

You learn to build your walls on today because tomorrows ground is too uncertain for plans.

And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After awhile 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 you learn

With every good-bye,

You Learn.



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Crisis, Grief, and Healing: Tom Golden LCSW