Poetry – weary

I grow weary

of the silence voices

that echo

inside my mind.

They judge me

mock my ideas

cliticize my actions

devalue my worth.

Everything I do

comes genuinely

from the heart

& I value that

about myself.

So, I’m just going to

keep doing

what I do best…

being me.

J. Belle

Image by Priscilla Du Preez

Poetry – sip

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

Image by Ian Keefe

Poetry – Patience

Sometimes

even the bravest

most beautiful hearts

lose their courage

then behave in

strange

unexpected ways

to conceal it.

J. Belle

Image by Jacqueline Belle

Poetry – The Little Girl

There is

a little girl

that lives

inside of me.

No matter

how many times

I’m knocked down

or how hard I fall.

She somehow

finds a way

to get me to stand

brush off my knees.

She turns up the music

inside my mind

& shows me

how to dance again.

J. Belle

Image by Mohamed Nohassi

Poetry – The Cup

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

Image by Ian Keefe

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