Poetry – how it felt

I remember

how it felt

when I thought

anything

was possible.

J. Belle

Poetry – footprints

You left footprints

and it doesn’t

wash away.

J. Belle

Sometimes

heart ache

consumes

so intensely

the only respite

is nature.

J. Belle

Each note vibrates

through my body.

Flows through

the sadness, the tears.

Sound kindles

the fire within.

It is what

keeps me whole.

J. Belle