It wasn't that I was heavier in weight
just heavier in baggage
flying over the memories of old and new
landing onto the ground I was born
I'm a different soul now
after all
nobody can go through life
without physical and mental change
that's just math?
I've learnt a lot in the time I've been away
like every soul we grow
we learn we feel with each emotion
whether it be grief or happiness
but once again my heart strings
have tugged and eventually won
pulling me over the line and onto home soil
what a wonderful feeling
I start my new journey
no disco's
not many night caps at the pub
definitely no karaoke, or maybe just one?
a special time capsule that once was…
and at the end?
what will be, will be
and I will always be me.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
Offline) - Published: July 8th, 2025 13:09
- Comment from author about the poem: Yes, the cats out the bag, I am Tinkerbell 🤣🌹
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Cheeky Missy, Poetic Licence
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Comments2
Tinkerbell always one of my favorites as a kid I think I had a crush on her. Fly Teddy fly
lol always my dearest sorrenbarret always 🌹 thank you darling poet. 💜
Oh Tink…there you've been! This one glides with grace, even under the weight of all that real baggage. 💫 The flight, the landing, the homecoming—it’s all here, stitched with honesty and that quiet kind of strength only you carry. “And I will always be me…” That’s everything. That's all any of us can be! Welcome home, dear friend. 🌹👏
Awe my dear Tristan thank you my dear friend. 🌹
You are very much welcome, dear Teddy!
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