Finding comfort in the words of others

Is it just me or is a picture of jumbled up words and swirly lines the best representation of the mind sometimes? I know I have plenty of things to think about/process/write about but right now, I just can't seem to organize my mind in such a way that thoughts can translate into words -- there's an unconscious refusal here somehow, I just know it!

So here's a poem I found online, in place of what would have been my thoughts on matters like boys (or, if I'm being honest with myself, a boy), my extended summer break, a new hobby I'm trying to cultivate, and really, anything under the sun.

After A While
by Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand
and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean learning
and company doesn't always 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 ahead
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 give 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 you learn
with every goodbye you learn.