Happiness After All

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My heaven is in books with my husband by my side!

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The first beauties of Spring!

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Filling my heart

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How to express the feeling of having your dream so close. Then to watch it be snatched away. A dream of tiny fingers and tiny toes. Only left with the void of emptiness. Why give hope when all seems impossible.

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Tiny Phantom

Tiny toes and tiny fingers. So far from reach. Tiny feet, splashing in the mud. Small hands, only a ghost touch. The phantom feeling of a small child. Tiny hands and tiny feet. Running in a world far from me.

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Love?

How to describe love? Is it the warmth of the sun? The air in my lungs? The feeling of being whole when you’re alone. Love is the pain of knowing. Knowing of loss and of birth. The feeling of utter peace. Feeling wanted when you don’t feel needed. Love is the joy of time and the pain of life. How to describe love, it’s a feeling deep in the soul. Love is all around, just reach out.

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When my only reason for my sanity is in pages.

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What’s your options when you feel isolated? When the world around is full of people laughing and joking. While they look over you as if you were not even there. 

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When it breaks you never see. When it hurts you simply feel. Only when the last hope dims is when you know what it is. What am I? 

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Trying to keep your cool is like putting salt on a slug.

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Have you ever opened your eyes and just want to close them again? Where the idea of trying to follow your dreams are miles away. With the sadness that your greatest supporter is gone. Well that is how I feel, the words are in my head and the page is blinking in front of me. Yet, when I start to write I feel the overwhelming need to cry. How to help my broken soul?

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Dealing with grief is like a burning sensation deep within the soul. Setting a blaze the fragile layer of hope. Smoke fills the lungs of the broken soul. Bringing their knees to the ground begging for air. Grief cripples the soul deep to the core!

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When I’m trying to free my mind. I do a deep dive into the world of books. Even audiobooks do the job.

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With all the things in the world sometimes you need to escape into another. Sometimes for me it’s reading and then there is times when only writing is my escape. A place where you live another life as someone else. Dreams become a temporary reality.

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Writing my book with a little company

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Sometimes, I find myself deep in my mind with thoughts that turn into poetry and then there’s times when words aren’t enough.