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When My Blues Are Gone

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TONIGHT

I WILL RETURN

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You Got Your Lilly Back

I Write This To Remember

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Have You Ever Been Blue (self talk of encouragement)


expectations
are some big balloon
about ready to pop
inside of me

I expect so much out of myself
painful this is,
at times
it feels hard to breathe...
where did this come from

when I'm not well
I expect myself to feel better
when I'm frightened
I expect myself to be brave
when I'm unsure
I expect myself to be certain

anxiety creeps in
a kind of wretchedness
no one likes to lose
or be called a loser

I forget
this will pass
it has before

I can only do
only be
what I'm capable of in this moment

so I remember not
to reduce my worth
my stock and my stake
in myself

I am enough
SIGH, this is exhausting0
let it go
let it fade away

and if not
start over
reread this
it will sink in
you are the engine who could

this is for all the girls
from North Dakota who never wanted to grow up
in the cold
this is for the woman-girl
with unusual persistance
this is for young woman who's grown into her years
but sometimes has the fears of a child

this is for the child in all of us
who needs to be loved
accepted as they are
but who may never have felt that way
let others love you
in your imperfection

you are good enough
you deserve love
its not your fault
God has you now
you can move on now
there'll only be better things ahead
remember,
you deserve them
welcome to the world
I'm so glad you're home.








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