Disappointment
Trust is a vase
left too close to the edge
one careless word,
and it shatters without mend.
Hope is not foolish,
just slow to learn
how often the ground
shifts beneath our feet.
When disappointment comes,
it doesn’t roar in agony
it’s the silent chill
of a door left open
to let in winter’s chill.
Not all hands mean harm,
but not all hands
will catch you.
The snakes? They’re just snakes.
Stop expecting orchids.
Keep your eyes clear.
Let people be
what they are,
then decide
what you’ll carry.
Virtue isn’t martyrdom.
It’s knowing when to walk,
when to stay,
and when to plant flowers
in different soil.
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