Valèrie’s Poetry

"Lost in the faces, found in the beating hearts." This is the account where I post most of my writing.

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Canvas

Look at my body:

Size it up,

Measure it.

Take in all its grace and glory

And all the parts I fail at hiding.

Take in my body with your eyes.

Watch it rise and fall,

Be weak but also strong.

See it hold who I am and what I've become.

Touch it.

Don't be afraid, I invite you to come!

I invite you to feel all my curves and plain roads,

The softness of my skin, the rawness of my scars.

But please, I beg you,

Clean after yourself if you want to go.

- Valèrie.

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Moments

There are times I cannot write.

Things seem to crumble around me

and I need to leave.

There are times when my shirt's blue

matches the blue of my soul

and hurt and headaches

swallow me whole.

Sometimes I just need a friend.

Sometimes I need a hug.

Sometimes I just need both.

At certain days I feel down

and too weak to climb up.

At certain days anger shows up

and invites itself to spend the night.

Occasional days I feel really sad

and the white noise combined with the pain

becomes too real to stand.

When I'm away, though

life seems to start making sense;

take colour again.

Just that breath of fresh air fills my lungs

with new hope and coziness.

Just the pleasure of feeling free

makes me want to live again.

- Valèrie.

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My Yoga

My Yoga means to me

what the blue sky means to you.

It's always there,

it never goes away.

Sometimes I'm too busy to look up

but there's no need

for I know it is there.

When my body, mind and soul combine

to practice a downward-facing dog

I have no words to describe my gratitude.

At days it is truly all I have

but that's fine

because I know it won't let me down.

My mat is my safe place to exist;

it doesn't care whether I'm a mess that day

it is there, just waiting for me to hop on

and feel good again.

this is a poem for you, my dear.

For you, the untouchable Yoga

& for you, my selfless mat and friend.

- Valèrie.

[quotemadness]

“Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest — thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.”

— Beau Taplin