In my trenches–
this haunted house
eats me whole.
Ghosts of memory
wander.
Whispers in the walls.
My mind—
a forbidden dungeon
no one enters.
Something inside
won’t stay still.
Dead eyes.
On the floor again.
In my trenches–
this haunted house
eats me whole.
Ghosts of memory
wander.
Whispers in the walls.
My mind—
a forbidden dungeon
no one enters.
Something inside
won’t stay still.
Dead eyes.
On the floor again.
Holding roses,
bleeding out on the floor—
the witching hour waits,
voices at the door.
my love,
built in ruin,
wounded.
there’s blood in the water—
and still
I ruin more.
My grief taught me discipline.
Not the clean, motivational kind—
the quiet, brutal kind.
that holds you together
when everything you love comes undone.
The discipline of surviving
what should have broken you.
Grief carved the truth in front of me—
the pause before collapse.
Tears taught me
what words never could.
My peace arrived—
honest, not gentle.
Now I honour the scars that taught me—
the ones that closed without permission,
that carried wisdom into my skin
and proved I was worth healing.
I let go of what no longer serves me.
I stand in the truth of my heart
and the marrow of my soul.
As thunder cracks and the heavens break
We are pulled back into each other’s storm,
Drawn by a tether neither of us can name.
Our cords run deep.
We search for the centre calm – the fragile quiet buried beneath all this noise.
For the home of belonging in each other’s heart.
Chaos surrounds us, chaos tests us,
Thunder pressing its questions hard against our ribs.
Yet in the wreckage, we reach for each other first.
Searching, finding each other
In the stars,
In the dark of the night,
In the rain and the cold,
And in the last flicker of the flame.
Always returning, always pulled back in.
Hold my hand and let it rain,
You are mine –
through every storm,
in every lifetime that finds us again.

Let them be who they pretend to be,
and let them fall.
Leave them to their misery,
their hollow claims and borrowed skin.
Negativity, truth, karma
will swallow them whole.
They are their own demon,
their own slow demise.
True colours fracture through the mask,
the costume stained beyond repair.
They hate the mirror of their own heart,
so they hide inside a stranger’s face.

The mind is a paradox of both dark and light moments and thoughts.
Without the dark we cannot see the light.
Without the light we cannot learn from the darkness.
Both intertwined in perfect balance,
For our exploration of our inner soul and divine soul journey.
– “Paradoxical Mind”
– Jacqueline Ann Lente

Faded memories
Faded time
I can just remember when i used to call you mine.
But you left a scar on me that i can not forget. A scar on me that i can not shake.
All the emotions of love and happiness, pain and sorrow intertwined.
How you made me feel is what still lingers here;
You brought me up to pure bliss
and pulled me down into the dark abyss.
Our story is one that goes all around.
We closed that chapter of our lives and started a new
But you left me hanging in the end, with unanswered questions and an empty heart, a lonely bed.
You still linger in my head.
The scar never fading, and a new perspective on love, life and change.
– “Scars Linger For A Lifetime”
– Jacqueline Ann Lente

Everyday we face challenges.
Everyday we face struggle.
However in every challenge is a lesson learnt. And in every struggle there is a path for positive change.
There is a reason for every experience and a plan for everything set in motion.
Even if you are unaware as of yet, the reasons why will show up eventually.
Connection.
It is all a part of your divine soul journey.
Have no regrets and live free.
– “Live Free” – Jacqueline Ann Lente

Darkness consumes me.
Darkness welcomes me into its sorrowful lair. Holding me there, captive with my thoughts. Crashing together wildly and with no control.
The pain is heavy and hazy.
The weight of everything, everyone and everyword heaped upon my shoulders.
Pain shoots through my whole body, the kind of pain that touches the soul; that tries to weaken the spirit.
My journey is not easy and my mind sometimes is unforgiving.
My bones crack, my muscles ache, my head foggy from lack of sleep. My eyes tired from looking into the abyss of the night. Unable to shut off. Unable to dream a sweet sleep.
– “Insomnia – Lost Sleep” – Jacqueline Ann Lente