I found the poem that got me through everything.
After a while you learn the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesnt mean leaning and
company doesnt mean security
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contacts
and presents arent promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head
up and your eyes open with grace of an adult
not grief of a child
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s grounds is too uncertain for plans
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if
you get too much
So 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 that you really do have worth
And you learn and learn
with every good-bye you learn.
