Once I accepted I was the guilty party in my
feeling bad, it was easy to be humble; accept
all criticism as I earned scorn for my shooting
myself in the foot eating allergenic food - got
home and accepted a glass of wine and Nici
enticed with champagne: now I realise that
My pain’s caused by myself, breaking dietary
rules eating cereal & wonderful corn bread my
darling beloved made & thickly buttered slices
of bread I dipped in soup; I can revise my plan
for life, start eating right to function like a normal
human being - the Swiss muesli cereal went to
The security guards - suffering without explaining
to all my loved ones is not fair because I want to
communicate & relate to their feelings - my cute
little daughter, wonderful son & my sweetheart,
my darling beloved; I want to be the ME I
always dreamed I would be…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my cute little daughter, wonderful son & my sweetheart, my darling beloved; I want to be the ME I always dreamed I would be… to be myself is my call. we are all unique beings and if we dont dare to be ourselves who else will be? ? very nice idea. thank you