Wednesday, September 29, 2010


A poem by Veronica A. Shoffstall

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 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 you really are strong you really do have worth

And you learn and you learn with every goodbye, you learn...

ps: The photo didn't have anything to do with the poem. I just figured it fits the "emote" mode since it was taken while I was having my one most much needed moment of peace. That photo was taken years ago.

Nag dadrama ako.. please excuse the hormones talking =)