Speaking to Experience – Poem

I’ve been looking through the posts from this year with a view to choosing a few that stand out for me, for one reason and another. I couldn’t call them my ‘best’ posts, just ones that resonate now. In the mean time here is a poem which still speaks loudly for me first published in February of this year.

If there is a post that spoke to you in particular please do let me know in the comments section. Here begins that February post.

Speaks to the heart of experience (mine anyway) like nothing I’ve read in a very long time.

After a while 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 always 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 ahead
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 for plans
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 are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every good bye you learn.

Author: Veronica A. Shoffstall

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6 thoughts on “Speaking to Experience – Poem”

    1. Bless you Norman, Touching to know you were there to hold Brenda’s hand. You gave her a great gift, a signal that it’s OK to let go and die. The final goodby.

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