What if, they don’t wait for an email
Just book a flight
On the 15th of December
No second guessing
Let their eyes meet
8 weeks they’d always remember
A long awaited cuddle
Hold each other close
Share what they have learned
Be guided by their hearts
To make gentle plans
Voice what their hearts do yearn
What if, they do something radical
Throw old plans away
Make a fresh, exciting pathway
Know they have each other
Hold hands forever
And begin their together journey
What if, just what if, they believe
That everything will be ok
And everything will work out…
What if…
Category: Embrace
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Fifty six days
Exactly eight weeks
But don’t countdown
Forget
Focus on the healing
Focus on the peace
But my love is impossible to forget
Where is my text?
Where is my kiss?
Where is my warm embrace?
Forget for now
And focus on the power
Of light, healing and space
Breathe deep, it’s all ok
It’s all ok, it is
Focus on your growth
Your child, your boats
I know it feels like your drowning now
But stay strong
You will begin to float
Know she has your back
Focus on what you can control
To keep yourself on track
The time will pass
It always does
Make it all worthwhile
Whatever will be, will be, will be
Give yourself a smile
Surrender to the higher power -
Push it down the sadness
Push it down the grief
Breathe that little shallower
To not rock what’s underneath
Survive another second
Hold back the tears
Breathe that little shallower
Don’t give in to the fears
Distract another minute
Recite helpful words
Breathe a little shallower
Suppress that pang of hurt
Get into the sunshine
Hug those you love
Breathe a little deeper
Let out cries above
Lessons comes in all shapes
Let it start within
Breathe a little deeper
Let healing begin -
Open the scars to see what’s inside
The gift under the skin
Hidden
Breathe in deep to air the lungs
The space to run
Have fun
Hug your body, hug it tight
Self-love, self-care
Be here
Stop and smile
Let the world wait a while
Live now. -
There was a girl with bright blue eyes
Who lived behind thick glass
Watching the world from her window
Enjoying the moments that passed
The sun shone in and warmed her core
The rain would never reach her
Protected by this transparent sheet
She was such a gentle creature
Then one day along came a boy
He reached into the glass
He took one look and held her hand
They fell in love quite fast
But the boy lived in the outside world
Not behind this pane
So each day he would return home
Leaving the girl in pain
She would sob for hours clutching her heart
Behind the glass wall that protects her
It silenced both sides very well
So sadly no one could hear her
Each day he’d come step into the glass
Share a warm embrace
Each night he’d leave end with a kiss
Delicately placed on her face
Back through the glass the boy would go
Continue on with his life
Whilst each time he left her fear would grow
Her heart riddled with strife
They started to quarrel the girl and boy
Their moments no longer gentle
Until one day they just had enough
On parting they decided to settle
Sat in her window the girl looked on
Watching the world go by
Back to his life the boy did go
Never hearing her cry -
Everyone knows the sun and the moon
They rise and fall
Warm and cool us
King of the day
Queen of the night
One brightens the dark
The other graces the light
But there is this moment when both spheres overlap
Embraced in each other
Their energy enwrapped
Dancing for a moment
Eclipsing the world
The eternal lovers
What beauty unfurls
Time does tick
The earth does spin
The tides are in motion
The cycle must continue
Pulling away from each other’s hold
They bid adieu and get back to their roles
Counting the seconds until together again
The eternal tragedy or the epic romance
Each of them longing their day will come soon
The hidden story of the Sun and the Moon -
As the sun went down
Where the metal birds flew
The little snail sat in the crowd
She breathed real deep
Trying not to feel weak
Instead she wanted to feel proud
The little snail sailed to the lilly and back
With her love by her side
He guided, loved and held her close
For the whole week she felt so alive
But the clock did tick and time did fly
Now it’s time for the little snail to go home
Back to her leaves, her little monkeys
Leaving her big love alone
The little snail sits in the crowded room
With all the buzzing wasps
Missing the tranquility
The silence, the beauty
That Henny and her love did gift lots
She closes her eyes
And to her surprise
She finds herself back on Henny
In the arms of her love with the stars above
Sharing delicate kisses a plenty.
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