Author: Barbara Goodhew
Wanted my kids, my friends and mommy
who thought the worst of me to be proud of me.
Tried my hardest to prove to people I could make it.
I wanted to inspire people, didn't think I was doing it.
Found out all the time I was stressing and trying to prove myself,
I had in me what people admired, strength, that was my wealth.
Now I'm just being me and people think I'm an inspiration.
All that time and energy trying for admiration,
And all I had to be - - WAS ME.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Capricorn (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, January 5 2003, 01:31 am|
It's true barb, you are an inspiration to so many people!....true to yourself, being yourself!!
|barb (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, January 8 2003, 04:00 pm|
Gl ad I inspire people now. Reading your comment brought me to tears but then I've always been emotional.Who would think I had to be disabled to help others. now I can't do anything but type andthat sucks too,Ha Ha
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