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 defeats 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.
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