Comes the Dawn…

April 15, 2011

The first time I fell in love, I was pretty reckless. My whole heart was given, the blinders where on, the ego was fully entrenched. It was all quite dramatic, really. Breakups and reunions were the four-month pattern that continued for years and years and years. This man was worshipped and idolized beyond any realistic human potential.

The joy I feel in retrospect that this particular relationship did not work out is immeasurable. I would not have my children, my life, my current partner if that relationship continued. I don’t believe I would be who I am today.

I have some younger people in my life struggling with the intensity of a first love breakup, so I dug up a poem I was given in my early twenties. I kept it for my future child’s first heart-break.

Comes The Dawn
by Veronica A. Shoffstall 1971

After a while 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 learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, 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 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…
With every goodbye you learn.

2 Responses to “Comes the Dawn…”

  1. Rosie Says:

    Not – I hope one of your daughters yet. Gee I remember my first break up at 16 I was hysterical for days, but then I always was a drama queen.
    Love Rosie

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