| 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
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