to be indifferent
would be the death of me
it is not who I am
or who I ever wish to be.
J. Belle đź’›

Explore the work of Jacqueline Belle: poet, author and multimedia creator.
to be indifferent
would be the death of me
it is not who I am
or who I ever wish to be.
J. Belle đź’›

A special place
cradled lovingly
within my heart
no one else can see
Something
is always missing
that something
is you.
J. Belle

Shadow caresses
the edge of sorrow
Light trickles down
into the bowl of hope
Sip from the cup of life
really taste it
the sweet
and the bitter
filling your belly
with resilience.
J. Belle

When you stand
in the sunlight
remember those
who sat with you
in the darkness.
J. Belle

her thumb
slowly sweeps
across his brow
a tear wells
in the corners
of their eye
her fingers curl
around his ear
her thumb slides
down his jaw
and neck.
bristles course
against the softness
of her touch.
sigh
a moment…
J. Belle

Close your eyes
gently slide your finger
down your forehead
along and under
your nose
across each lip
over your chin
slowly slowly
down your throat
neck and chest
breathe
smile to yourself
you are alive.
J. Belle

Sometimes
even the bravest
most beautiful hearts
lose their courage
then behave in
strange
unexpected ways
to conceal it.
J. Belle

I could feel
the warmth
of your shoulder,
hear the sound
of your voice.
We danced
in the rain
and we laughed
together
in the mud.
And for a moment
you were there
I felt such joy
a surge of creativity…
a dream flowed
from my mind
through my fingers…
I miss you.
J. Belle

How is it
that the cruelest
silent voices
ring loudest
in the mind?
J. Belle

Shadow caresses
the edge of sorrow
Light trickles down
into the bowl of hope
Sip from the cup of life
really taste it
the sweet
and the bitter
filling your belly
with resilience.
J. Belle

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