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Poetry

Each Day

May each day

bring each heart

a brand new shining sun.

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Poetry

Dark Mistress

Oh, fear, my dark mistress sweet.

Play me into your arms of fright.

Chill me with crooked fingers.

Undress my calm,

tempt me into hiding:

I will rise.

And you will find the truth of me

has no room inside to hold you.

The truth of me flies

without you

darling.

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Life

Beautiful Day

I just wanted to tell you: today is going to be a beautiful day.

That’s why I’m here, it’s the only reason I have in this moment.

To tell you that, today, the sun shines outside and inside.

Because I choose it so.

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Life

Just The Way You Are

For the ones who think they are broken.

You are beautiful.

Just the way you are.

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Poetry

Meant To Be

The great news is this.

If I am here,

there is nowhere else

I’m meant to be.

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Life

Proof of Glum

I’m hovering over the heater. If my pants were made of plastic, in fact, they’d have melted to my legs by now.

That’s beside the point, I suppose. The point is…actually, there is no point. I’m just feeling a little glum and I wanted the world to know that this sort of thing happens to people.

Sadness. Pain.

It happens, and here I am, gifting you all with the gloriously heavy mud bricks of proof. Proof of glum. (Thank goodness I made this a little blog of everything. Today, it’s my diary.)

I wonder if any of you remember the girl who started this blog. Perpetually happy. Not a cloud in the sky. She was a little soul starved, certainly, but she was sparkly, and happy happy happy. She could walk in nature and listen to music without bursting into flaming sobs of aching life.

My life is broken. And it’s also the greatest, most beautiful magical life I’ve ever known; a creative adventure that touches me to the very core. Can you see the utter confusion I’m dealing with here?

I’m angry. At everybody and nobody at all.

I’m sad, because I am.

I’ve just read a wonderful article about the creative brain, actually, and how creative folk do tend to go through bouts of depression and the like, just because of the way we’re wired. Because of the often self imposed isolation (umm, me.) Because of the heightened senses (umm, also me.)

I suppose it’s a seperate can of worms when you throw in a marriage seperation, two small children, a global health pandemic and a raging angry sea of humans. I feel all these things deeply. And where once I buried pain as soon as it struck, I now allow myself to feel it. (Who even does that. Blurgh.)

I don’t want anyone to worry about me. The clouds always clear. Usually by morning (so there’s the bright side girl, being annoying again.)

But life, hey. ☺️ Sometimes I just feel a little more human than I really want to, and I suppose the next part of my journey is learning how to be okay with that.

I’m certain I must be known around town as that girl who walks and cries. It’s the music. It quite literally becomes me, to the point where I feel like I’m a floating puff of emotional cloud. It’s not even my emotion. Its the emotion (the energy) of the song. People must think I’m barking mad as I float along, sometimes whimsical, sometimes in tears.

Anyway. Fascinating. Wonderous.

Achey.

I’ll get there. x

So much love, bloggy friends.

This ol’ softy, Brooke.

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Poetry

Life Will Be Good

Soft wind, take flight.

Come,

take my hand.

Come roll me ‘round the sky

this fine day,

and we will watch the gulls

spiral over sandy shores.

And we will watch

the footprints

travel the beach in pairs.

And we will be silent

as we find a friend in every pocket

of the dream.

And life will be good, yes.

Life will be sweet,

and nice,

and good.

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Poetry

Sleepy Heart

Sleepy heart,

whisper to me

of laughter and love;

comfort trickling down

the mountain of mysterious

life.

Shall I bring the sunrise?

Shall I wipe away these tears

with the sweet knowing

of tomorrows smile?

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Life

Shine Again

Beautiful bloggy friends.

I just wanted you to know that if you are feeling pain, of any kind, I am with you.

And although it may seem impossible to believe…the pain will melt, and we will mould it into the most beautiful shine we have ever known. (I don’t know how I know that. I just know. And that’s enough for me. x )

I’d imagine that shine will be bright enough to show us all the lovely we’ve been missing.

How completely beautiful that will be, you guys.

Completely.

All my love hearts.

Always.

Brooke xx

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Life

Quiet Nights

Dreams are born

on quiet nights.