Tag: let go

  • 🚦 Green Light 🚦

    🚦 Green Light 🚦


    I aimed for red—
    sunset bleeding orange and fire,
    a perfect contrast.

    Then it changed.

    Green.

    I almost didn’t take the shot.

    But I did.

    And now I see more than I planned—
    not colour,
    but a path.
    A horizon waiting.

    We spend so long waiting for the perfect red,
    the perfect moment,
    the perfect sign—

    but life doesn’t wait.

    It turns green.

    And every green light
    leads to the horizon.

    So go.

  • Let Them Fall

    Let Them Fall

    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.

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    Love survives us,
    even when nothing else does.
    In all this madness,
    your hands still find me.
    We stay—
    even when the world doesn’t.

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    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.

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    The earth held me when no one else did.
    I remembered myself in the space between the stars —
    in that breathless silence where the broken pieces finally settled.
    Somewhere between gravity and the void, I became whole again.

  • Affogato Afternoons

    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.

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    Tra fiori selvatici e vino, I toast the ghosts that never learned to leave me.

    I tear the petals, I drain the bottle, I dare the night to swallow me whole.

    I bloom where I burn.

  • Find Reasons To Stay

    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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    Wisdom rises from failure.

    Dwell not on the past nor inflame the source.

    Correct your misconceptions.

    Transcend limitations.

    Move into the unknown.

    All the power lies within your true self and untroubled spirit.

    JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY

  • Two Strangers Part Two

    Two Strangers Part Two

    Two Strangers met
    And accidentally fell in as more than lovers

    We had different demons but matching wounds,
    And sad past tales to tell

    Two broken souls
    Trying to find some guidance home within each other

    Sadly,
    The echos of fear, ego, and past trauma were too great
    Destruction and self-sabotage got in the way
    We became lost

    From drowning in your gaze
    Skin to skin
    To drowning in your absence

    Another scar to add to the map
    Out in the cold again
    At war with my head again

    Two Strangers met
    And fell in as more than lovers
    But Love is war
    Life is chaos
    And two lovers became two strangers again.

    – Two Strangers Part Two

    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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    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

    Featured image taken by Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • Forever in Flight or Fight

    Forever in Flight or Fight

    I hate it in my own head.
    My own worst enemy.
    Wishing I was dead.

    The demons get too loud.
    The cloud of illusion rolls in quick.
    I can’t get myself to calm down,
    And realise,
    Its all in my head.

    Sorrow holds its grip tight.
    And I try and try with all my might,
    To overcome, to push through.
    But sometimes reasons are gone with the wind.
    The grip is too suffocating,
    And the screams of pain too loud.

    I am my own enemy.
    But at the same time,
    I am my own saviour.

    The battles are just ongoing.
    The end of the war is no where in sight.
    Day to day,
    Night to night.
    Forever in flight or fight.

    – “Forever in Flight or Fight

    – Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • Live To Tell Another Day

    Live To Tell Another Day

    It may be a struggle to get up, but you can overcome. Wake up, let the hot water of the shower warm your bones. Take a moment of peace, breathe. Be proud of yourself. Have faith in yourself. Live to tell another day, live to make another memory, one you may cherish forever or one you can say that you survived from and made it though ❣

    – “Live To Tell Another Day”

    – Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • Black and White, Full of Colour

    Black and White, Full of Colour

    Sometimes life is black and white.

    Other times life is full of colour.

    It is what it is

    And we take it as it comes.

    Hazy and delusional,

    Or clear as day.

    Clarity from the demons,

    And time to love and play.

    Black and white,

    Full of colours,

    Life is both day and night.

    – “Black and White, Full of Colour”

    – Jacqueline Ann Lente