Packed in like sardines
Are the things I need
Comb, lipstick, wallet and keys
To get me through the day
Most days that is
As I sit and wonder
What do I actually use
As oppose to what
Gives me the blues
Because it’s stuffed so tight
Gives the zipper a terrible fright
There may be an explosion
Things flying left and right
Up, down, out of sight
Making the purse light
Sometimes things I dream about seem so far away. They look like they are in a place I can never reach. With sorrow in my heart I succumb to my reality that my dream will never come to pass. I sorrowfully put them on the shelf.
One day I heard these words.
You can Be
What’s in your heart to be
Everything you can be came from me
It was fashioned in you
Before the beginning of time
I have directions that will get you there
Stop wishing, worrying and living in despair
Ask me, I’ll help you
Get to where you need to be.
Do you have a dream to Be but you keep saying to yourself not me
Don’t pack it away
Gaze at it every day
Keep your heart open
And expect to Be
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A collection of poems, spoken word & cooking from Gretl Feeson as well as being an online reblog magazine of sorts.
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