pretend
to be brave
even when
you’re not.
J. Belle
Poetry – brave
Poetry – The Trek
The wind
was fierce
it blew
with such force
I could barely stand.
I lay down
in the grasses
while it howled
and thrashed
against me.
I called out
to the clouds
until my voice
ran hoarse
my mouth dry.
Invigorated
rejuvenated
and ready
for the long trek
home.
J. Belle
Poetry – I am here
I can feel
the warm sun
through the wool
on my back,
the cool breeze
on my bare face,
taste the salty air
on my tongue.
I feel a refreshing
spray of water
each time I hear
a crashing wave.
I can feel the cold rock
and slick algae
beneath my feet.
I breathe
and exhale…
I am here.
J. Belle
Micro-fiction – Night Has Come
parched
lips crusted
with dirt & sweat
back of her hand
swipes upward
past her brow
she sniffs
wincing
from dust & grime
the sun sets
chill across her back
voices in the distance
low soothing melody
fingers on string & key
she’s done
all she could
night has come.
J Belle
Poetry – the sea
the sound
of the sea
lulls
calm
peaceful
warm
pause
lean inward
foreheads rest
together
toes dig
gently
into the sand
breathe
in unison
listen
to the low
vibration
to that
quiet joy
within.
J. Belle
Poetry – morning sun
Every day
I wake
with the ache
of a broken heart.
Each day
I stretch
and greet
the morning sun.
Open my heart
refill my cup
smile into the world
exhale
and carry on
with my day.
That
is
resilience.
J. Belle 🤍
Poetry – pause
cool
to touch
soft
moist
quiet
refreshing
yet grounding
and peaceful
a moment…
J. Belle
Poetry – whispers
Can you hear
me whisper
into the thought
of your ear?
J. Belle
Poetry – me
I am what I am
but only I can be me.
J. Belle
Poetry – thoughts
Cool against my temple
my mind sways
to the rhythm of my breath
Thoughts churn
and tumble tenderly
waiting to escape
J. Belle
Jacqueline Belle Poems 
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