Leo Buscaglia’s Books

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Fear stirring again, fear that pain will not stop, I must
find a way of embracing pain like Charlotte Bronte
explained, crush it in my hand like a scorpion until
the poison is spent and my hand is numb

Learn to be resigned with my limitations, to be grateful
for everything, fear cannot run my life, I cannot confide
in anyone lest they should share the feeling of failure
with me, success lies in cold discipline

If Charlotte Bronte could survive her lonely Brussels stay
I can work through my lonely spells also, if I eat the right
things, I will feel well again, must not allow unhappiness
to keep me back, if Kathryn Hulme’s nun got through

The terrible discipline of convent life, I can do the same, when
I tell my sorrows to someone I suffer their well-earned censure
surely I can learn to keep my own counsel and how to accept
responsibility for my own problems

Fear is irrational, pain is short-lived, I shall be well again, the
allergy will make me strong, I shall read Leo Buscaglia’s books
and wrap myself in the warmth of his enthusiasm and love…
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