I am Leanne
I wonder if dreams can come true
I hear aimless chatter
I see people rushing around their daily life
I want happiness
I am Leanne
I pretend that I am strong
I feel content
I touch the pillow and long for sleep
I worry all the time
I cry at the drop of a hat
I am Leanne
I understand the importance of family
I say stupid things
I dream about lovely holidays
I try my hardest to lose weight
I hope I can lose weight for my holiday
I am Leanne
I like to lie in on a Sunday morning
I believe in magic
I realise not everyone is nice
I live a good life
I can not sing
I am Leanne
Written by Leanne
1 Comment
Richard Bradshaw · February 8, 2016 at 10:03 am
Hi Leanne
Hi Leanne,
Thank you for sharing this poem. I’m glad that you believe in magic.
I often work with groups of people and get them to sing (Alison knows me quite well and could tell you more). I have lost count of the number of people who start off by saying – like you – “I cannot sing”. Perhaps because someone once told them they couldn’t, and they have never forgotten this. In almost every case it turns out not to be true. I won’t say absolutely everyone, but nearly everyone can sing a bit, and most people can sing better than they think. I haven’t met you, but I bet you CAN sing, and I wouldn’t be surprised to find that you can sing quite well. That doesn’t mean singing on your own, doing solos, but to be part of a group of people and learning a song together is, for me, one of the best things in life. Give it a go!