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Poetry

A Way With Words

It’s quite certain

that when a person says to another person:

‘You have a way with words’,

it’s not the words themselves

that made the impact.

It’s the heart they fell out of,

and the way the heart coloured the words

so that they might flow

and ring ever so true

as they tumbled into the big wide world.

Categories
Life Poetry

When The Soul Wakes

The world didn’t suddenly become more

beautiful.

Her soul woke up.

And finally

she saw everything.

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Inspiration Life

A Simple Wish

I used to think that I was like the most beautiful bird.

That I could spread my wings

and fly anywhere I wanted.

Anywhere the wind blew.

It was silly of me to think that.

Now that I really think about it.

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I used to think that magic lived inside of me.

That everywhere I went that same magic would shine,

that it would light up the world around me and make everything beautiful.

Well. 

Now I know.

I was wrong to think such a thing.

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I used to think that If I closed my eyes and wished hard enough…

whatever I wished for might find me, and change-my-life.

For the better.

Then I grew up.

And grown ups really shouldn’t think such fanciful things.

Should they?

But my world has changed.

Because now I know life is best when I spread my wings and leap into the blue of it all.

I know magic comes to those who believe, and that wishes really do come true.

You’re here aren’t you?

Gifting me your time. Sharing with me your moment.

It’s my simple wish, fulfilled.

And it’s turned you and me into the loveliest of things:

Us.

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xx Brooke

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Inspiration Life

The Answer

The answer

waits for me

in the

silence 

between

the question

and the first thought

that comes to my mind.

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Books Reading

The Happy Place

When your happy place gets lost

Just remember

It will always

Always

Find you.

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Nature

The Story Of a Soul

Sometimes

my soul hangs off me

in strips.

It makes me think of the bark

that peels from fat-trunked trees;

old layers tearing off in shards—

like maybe

the tree

might be crying.

So that’s what a sad soul looks like?

When I walk in nature

I wonder if it’s true.

Maybe a tree wears its soul

on the inside…

and the outside.

And maybe trees

need

to be hugged.

Just like we do.

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Life

Only Human

I’m not really okay, today.

And yesterday—

I wasn’t really okay then, either.

Yesterday, there were tears.

Feelings.

And yesterday I couldn’t see the sky, anymore.

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Maybe it’s hormones.

Or the rain.

Or maybe it’s just my broken bits screeching

Reminding me

That I am only human.

Or something like it, anyway.

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So.

For a day. Or two. Or three

I’ll probably still be this.

A little bit lost.

A little bit bamboozled.

A little bit wondering…

‘When will this tenderness seep back into my bones?’

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Yesterday I searched for a place to hide.

A place to feel safe.

But today, I’m just here

Feeling the ache and letting it…be.

Because what else is there to do?

This is life, after all.

And life is exactly what I’ve come here to do.

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Categories
Inspiration Life

I Am

I am.

And I love.

And everyday

I choose

To be

Me.

Again.

Categories
Poetry

Coming Home

Let this heart I wear

on my sleeve

draw all of its letters in the sand…

not just the ones I think

you

will like me for.

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And in that sand, let there be

scribbles of the past, the present,

and the future;

a million perfect letters

tumbling all about my day

teaching me,

quite slowly,

just who it is I am meant to be.

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I am no longer searching

for anything, or anyone.

Somehow

I just know.

I’ve found the thing

I never knew I needed to find.

A tiny home at the edge of my sleeve.

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Categories
Poetry

The Rose

The rose began to wither, in
her heart of woven gold,
the ocean melted in her eyes
for stories never told.

The window shone the morning bright,
not once did she look there,
the darkness had become her and
the rose, at last, was bare.

The bluebirds flew about the day,
the air cut like a knife,
and all the while a single rose
lay weeping bloody life.

For no one knew the rose had died
and left a heart of black,
except the girl with ocean eyes;
a train run off the track.

The gardens coloured in the world
so full of joyous spring,
and daisies spread along the path
as death came wandering.

The children danced in rosie rings
while men laughed at the sky,
yet, there she lay upon the bed,
a light about to die.

And as the days became the years
her rose grew back once more,
a rose of black and white, this time;
a life unlike before.

-Brooke Cutler, 2018

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