Journey
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Standing on the bridge As I walk on Slow step by slow step What is behind me? What is in front? What can I see? What remains hidden? What is underneath? The fall, the gaps, the fear, the height What is above? Sky misty in wonder, grey, with promise hidden As I walk I make…
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This is the poem I had to write first a few weeks ago, it was the one that had to unclog the bottle. (TW; Suicide ) Mr Hecker, You were wrong. I once wrote a poem in which I died at the end, but my teacher said it wasn’t allowed. ‘James, you’re not allowed to…
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What kind of noise does silence make to find herself heard? As she wanders. She won’t interrupt your schedule, Chase your ego, or shout herself from the rooftops. She wont force She wont make herself known where she isn’t wanted She doesn’t make a noise and yet she does, as She lingers in the voices.…
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My Child, You glow differently When your light flows, inner free. You glow with wonder At who you can possibly be. You glow with grace as the tenderness of your heart, runs safe and wild. You glow with sacred lightness, as if the universe places speckles in your dreams. You glow differently, when you humbly…
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Once you realise you can do hard things. Once you fought the fight to make love real. Once you had the courage to live and love your story. Once you took on the monsters, regardless of the outcome. When Everything you ever deserved and Everything you ever lived for Started to feel real. Once you…
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Love. Just. Is. Beyond thought Beyond words Beyond reason Beyond comprehension Love. Just. Is. Love. Just. Is Beyond condition Beyond role Beyond dreams Beyond feeling Love. Just. Is Love. Just. Is Beyond stillness Beyond noise Beyond senses Beyond time Love. Just. Is Beyond Power Beyond control Beyond pain Beyond shame Love. Just. Is
James Ballantyne 