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Poetry

Stars

How beautiful,

to discover the stars

one precious night

at a time.

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Poetry

Pieces of You

There is a darling softness

here in the heart.

A softness that holds my love for you

and all the times your smile

held me in safety.

I will miss you, always,

in the quiet.

My heart has grown into

so many pieces

of you.

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Poetry

Beautiful

But isn’t it entirely beautiful

to be you.

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Poetry

As You Are

There is no need to be fearful

of the ‘not enough’.

Of the

too different to fit in,

to be chosen.

You are who you are,

and you will rise as you will rise.

Take care

and wander with head held high.

As you are.

To become

you

again

and again.

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Poetry

Someone, Somewhere

Beneath the surface,

gripped by the ripples

of life gone by.

It is a sad softness, and there are cold

lashes of fear, set into the marrow

of my bones.

Take this tender heart, I whisper.

To someone.

Somewhere.

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Life

Quietly Contemplating

I’m an explosion of heart. Tender and soft, especially of late. Quietly contemplating, missing the people I love, whispering a subtle question to the world of nothing around me.

Where am I going, and who am I? So much of me has become new. It is a sure sign that there is no fixed identity, as much as we cling to who we think we are and tell our stories until well beyond their used by date.

I nurse a quiet hope in my heart that, someday, I will have crossed a bridge between not knowing and finally knowing life and its meaning.

Life is a journey, this much I know.

Life is a teacher, of this I am also certain.

This understanding is, in itself, a beautiful thing.

Can I let go fully, though, and allow life to happen effortlessly, and without a care?

I ask the small voice of my heart, and she smiles in response.

I know nothing of what that smile means.

Not yet, anyway.

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Poetry

A Little While

There is silence

where the gaps are.

Weeping holes

in a persons soul, for life,

or just,

perhaps,

for a little while.

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Poetry

Remembrance

There she was.

She had always been there

beneath the rubble of crumbling

life.

How sweetly the sun did shine

upon her remembrance.

Welcome home xx
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Poetry

In The Gentle Woods

It is the depths that call me here.

It is the silence

and the bells

of yesterdays wish.

Let there be now.

Let there be this walk alone

in the gentle woods.

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Poetry

Love and Pizza

I firmly assure you.

Love

is all

there is.

Stop mucking around

and get on with it, world.

The pizza tastes better, there.