I am thunder, I am storm.
Bones of mountain, skin of sea.
A field full of roses and unfinished stories entertwining in the quiet in between.
Tag: guidance
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Affogato Afternoons
Affogato afternoons, where the day softens and the heart sharpens.
I sip the sweetness melting into the bitter, hoping it teaches me something honest.
I remember I’m allowed to slow down.
Some afternoons are a truce.
Others are a battlefield,Where I sit across from myself, letting the espresso burn through the fog I thought I was done fighting.
But here – in this melting moment – I let it all blur.
The past I’m trying to outgrow, the future I’m not ready for, the voices that rise like steam and disappear just as fast.
Because in affogato afternoons, I learn the same truth over and over:
Even the bitter can soften. Even the frozen can give. And sometimes, the only way forward is to let yourself melt just enough to begin again. -

Harvest From The Loss
I thought it would destroy me but I harvested from the loss.
Release, under a crimson red sky.
I craved crisp air for my lungs. I willed my cold dead heart back to life.
Not determined to live under the damage done, determined to rise up from it and rebuild again.
JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY
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Find Reasons To Stay
Find reasons to stay and stay relentless.
Rest is still progress and rebirth is a journey.
You will find your way.
JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY
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The sad truth is
No one else can save you.You have to dust away the misery.
Darker times behind, darker times ahead
We are endlessly changing.Facing scattered dreams,
Silent screams.Bleeding for a thousand reasons.
Rebirth,
The heart beats slow.Safe in quiet places
Seeking my own comforts,
My own means to stay alive.Jacqueline Lente Poetry
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Creaking skeletal trees.
Wolves with kerosene eyes.
Ghosts crying in the walls
While winter slowly creeps behind me.
This internal battle is on the edge of dying dreams.
Life plays the dark symphony
The nights grow even longer, draped in the veils of wistful sorrow,
And a small dying hope for better days.
– Jacqueline Lente Poetry
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This bridge is the hardest to cross. The river of pain flowing underneath is overtaking, all consuming.
Taken out to sea. Now it is just me and the crashing waves. I’m screaming storms and shouting thunder,
All the while adrift in the rift of oblivion.But sometimes you have to hold your own hand and sail through the breakdowns.
As the storms break and the sea calms,
I see the stars bright reflection bouncing off the water,
I hear the sweet lullabies of the world laced into the night sky.And I know I have to ride the waves and weather the storms to make the journey back to shore.
– Jacqueline Ann Lente
– http://www.jacquelineannlente.wordpress.com
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– Jacqueline Ann Lente