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She crouched down
at the foot of the sea
ripples lapped
at her hemline
arms wrapped
around her knees
she whispered
softly
almost
to herself
but mostly
to the sea
never enough…
I am
simply
never enough
she grows weary
presses her chin
to her knees
lifts herself up
stands facing the waters
breathes in the salt air
turns
continues
walking along
the shoreline
waves caressing
her feet
her ankles
and calves
enough no longer
has value
I simply
am.
J. Belle
time
cradled me
in the palm
of his hand
looking up
i whispered
quietly
will you
hold me
just for
a little while?
time nodded
cupped his
fingers
gently
calmly
I curled up
tucked
into the
crevasses
of time’s
worn hands
as he carried me
across the threshold…
J. Belle
time takes hold
bound by his grip
blind trust
firm squeeze
pupils dilated
scarcely
breathe
following
please
lead me
slowly
gently
shuffling
through
the darkness
into the light.
J. Belle
stay with me
in the moonlight
rest with me
in the moonlight
wait with me
in the moonlight
and dawn
will bring us right
J. Belle
Slowly
patiently
meticulously
building
foundation
knowledge
needed
to create
what my mind
sees.
J. Belle
a life spent
not looking
for something
I hadn’t been
waiting for
until it found me
lacking
inability
to savour
the moment
then it was gone
leaving
the whole me
reduced
by half
now I stand
grieving
missing parts
without knowing
what they are
or were…
J. Belle
everything
we do
undulates
outward
look around
it can be seen
along the surface
of the waters…
what is it that
your ripples
send out
into the world?
J. Belle
the words
that bubble up
from my heart
tumble
tenderly
lovingly
from my lips
they are mine
given freely
to the world
around me
honest
pure
no matter
how many
fall from my
grasp
they are not
nothing
but a part
of me
my
being
seeds
upon
soil
in
the
minds
of
others
J. Belle
she folds inward
stretching her arms
smiling wide
tumbling backward
into the expanse
of her own mind…
J. Belle
Her mind
might go
this way
or that way
twirl around
and around
fall deep
into thought
or fly high
in the clouds
but one thing
never changes
will always be true
I’m not going to say
because, well
i don’t want to.
J. Belle
Jacqueline Belle Poems 
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