comes the dawn

COMES THE DAWN

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 understand that kisses aren’t contracts
presents aren’t promises

And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head held high and your eyes wide open
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child
you learn to build your roads
on today because tomorrow’s ground
is too uncertain for plans, and futures have
a way of falling down in midflight

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 learn…and you learn
with every goodbye comes the dawn..

Veronica A. Shoffstall

when i read this poem, it reminds me of my own piece i wrote not a long time ago.

yeah, i am fragile for being easily distracted and yes, those tears are friends whom never fail to leave me all alone.

for me, it is okay to cry if you just cant bear it anymore. let it go. then take a deep breath . suck all the oxygen in and voila! smile as if you never know what suffer is.

but, do believe that Allah is behind everything that happened and everything has its own secrets and benefits for us.

take it as a reminder for  us who always forget to be grateful and thankful to Allah the most merciful. 

*someone once said, this is like lying to your own self. hmm.... what do you guys think?