rawpriestess
08-27-2006, 01:07 PM
My dear friend sent this to me, when she heard of my breakup with my beloved, and it has helped me so much.
The way I choose to look at this entire situation, is that I fell in love with a dream, not a real person, as he was not whom I thought he was, and that dream is now gone, so I choose to mourn that dream of my knight in shining armour, who saved his lady fair, and I choose to allow he being who took over his body to continue on, to be totally released from my exsistance, and I wish him well in his choices.
But my man, my beloved has died in my eyes, and that is the only way that I can go on, for I surely would have died of grief, had I believed anything else.
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 does not mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents are not promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and eyes wide open
With the wisdom of an elder, 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 plant your own garden and decorate
Your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you'll learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and learn and learn...
With each goodbye, you learn.
Author unknown
The way I choose to look at this entire situation, is that I fell in love with a dream, not a real person, as he was not whom I thought he was, and that dream is now gone, so I choose to mourn that dream of my knight in shining armour, who saved his lady fair, and I choose to allow he being who took over his body to continue on, to be totally released from my exsistance, and I wish him well in his choices.
But my man, my beloved has died in my eyes, and that is the only way that I can go on, for I surely would have died of grief, had I believed anything else.
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 does not mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents are not promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and eyes wide open
With the wisdom of an elder, 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 plant your own garden and decorate
Your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you'll learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and learn and learn...
With each goodbye, you learn.
Author unknown