After a while you learn the difference between
holding a hand and
chaining a soul. You learn that
love isn't
leaning but
lending support. You begin to accept your
defects with the
grace of an adult, not the
grief of a child. You decide to
build your
roads on today, for
tomorrow's ground is too uncertain. You help someone
plant a garden instead
of waiting for someone to bring
you flowers. You learn that
God has given you the
strength to endure and that you really do have
worth.
A variation found on a bookmark of a poem by Veronica A. Shoffstall