Yes I Can
Yes I can, yes I can, I tell myself all the time
These are new words for me
These are new thoughts for me
I am the girl of “you can’t”
I am the woman of “why bother”
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Yes you can, yes you can I tell myself now
Somehow I heard somewhere that our brain believes our words
Yes you can, I tell my heart and my soul and yes, even my hands and my feet
Yes you can I tell them all,
And, somehow they seem to hear me lately.
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The funny part is that I always could, I just didn’t know it
Wrapped in the blinded vision of a weak self, I didn’t see it
Not one personal praise did I ever give any one of my accomplishments
Just bowed my head and glibly counted my incompetence
I thought I was meant to be this way
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But, one day, not sure where and when I realized a really odd truth
That, somehow willy nilly, I had done what I had unbeknownst to me set out to do!
Yes I did learn the darn third language enough to make it better than even my first
I married very well indeed and formed quite a fine family
I even live in a country that is the number one destination for any poor destitute
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Yes I can, yes I can, I tell myself all the time
These are new words for me
These are new thoughts for me
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