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Poetry

She Would

If she could hold the world with all her heart.

If she could soften the growls of the wildest of them,

she would.

Oh, she would.

Oh, she would.

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Poetry

Like I am

Deep within my heart

there is a river, raging on.

And I ask this river to be careful.

‘I am fragile,’ I say, on the softest breath.

‘Sway me,

always,

never to rush me,

never demand.

Hold me carefully, river.

Hold me carefully,

I am not like the others

made of brick and bone

and steel.

I am only like I am.

I am only like I am.

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Poetry

Everything Will Be Alright

Hush.

Close your eyes.

Breathe.

It’s alright.

Everything will be alright.

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Poetry

Sunshine

I’d like to find the sunshine

beneath my pillow, when I wake.

And I will cup it in my hands,

and I will hold it close and whisper:

‘Shine, sweet little light.

Shine ever brightly,

might the pathway ahead

light and walk with me.

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Life

Christmas Love Hearts

Dearest Bloggy friends,

Merry day, to you all. Just taking a moment to send you all the love hearts (because I can’t seem to stop myself- and because love hearts are the best).

To those of you struggling to make it through the joy of the season: it’s okay to cry. Please do. How beautiful it will feel to release.

To those of you who have found joy and more: I’m so pleased for you. Life is for living, and joy is one of the most beautiful seasons.

To the parents: rest. It really will be okay.

And to the rest of you: yes. I do think you should have that extra slice of cake.

Lots and lots of love, Brooke. xxx

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Inspiration

I Believe

I believe you can do that thing

you think you can’t do.

I believe.

I do.

I believe in you.

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Life

Sending A Cuddle

Hello my beautiful bloggy friends 🙂

Technically I’m still on my bloggy break, but I’ve been feeling an urge to reach out to you all and send some invisible flying cuddles, just incase you need them.

There is such thickness and density in the air at the moment, and I wanted to remind you that wherever you sit among the noise: you’re quite perfect, just the way you are.

If your petals are orange and all the rest of the flowers in the garden are pink: wonderful.You were born to be orange. So be orange.

So much love, bloggy friends.

I’ll be back next week, sometime.

xx Brooke

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Poetry

Who Are You?

Who are you?

What do you need

to feel like

the you you’ve forgotten you are.

Hint: It’s the first thing that comes to your mind, bloggy friends. Doing that thing will help you live your best life. I’m so sure.❤️

Ps. I’m going to take another break, I think. I’m doing a Writing for Children’s Picture book course, so I might benefit from a bit of space while I move that through my world.

Please feel free to stalk all two years worth of my blog if you miss our daily love ins. You know I love nothing more than sharing my heart with you all. Go nuts. xx And have an amazing week. ❤️

xx Brooke

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Poetry

Best Friends

Oh, the softness you are.

The sweet story of you

whistled through my pages,

the sharpest sorrow, bringing me to

life.

There is nothing more beautiful

than the glistening shards

of a lifetime of broken hearts

melting together again.

This softness,

this story of two best friends,

fills my heart with quiet.

When the roar is over

there is only me

smiling softly.

And you,

somewhere.

Somewhere in time

gone by.

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Life

Always

Where do you go

when you are locked away

inside yourself?

Don’t you know that you are lovely?

Don’t you know

your beautiful smile was made

to light up your day,

and mine?

Never forget,

sweet friend:

the sun rose for you, too.

Not just for the others.

Never forget:

you are perfectly

perfectly

perfect.

All ways.

Always.