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My Poetry

"I have a dark and dreadful secret. 
I write poetry... I believe poetry is a primal impulse within all of us. 
I believe we are all capable of it and furthermore that a small, 
often ignored corner of us positively yearns to try it."
~ Stephen Fry (The Ode Less Travelled: Unlocking the Poet Within)

I'm sure you noticed from my "About Me" poem (if you can call it that ^_^)... is that I write poetry. Though my muse mostly seems to arise from the darkest moments of my life -  perhaps to free me from those moments that try to weigh me down and can drag me into drowning in the depths of despair. Strangely, it inspires rhyming poems! So, I guess you could say that my poems are a “Rhymy Tragedy”. LOL


This is a poem of an anorexic's hidden pain - something I was intimately acquainted with.

I started starving myself when I was 11 years old. It took many years before food was no longer my enemy. Now I love it too much. But now I also love me (most days, anyway). The "darkness" still tries to convince me I'm fat, ugly, stupid and worthless, though now I have the strength to tell it to "SHUT UP!!!" ^_^ And I remind myself of all the love around me. I know that I am loved. I know that I need to love myself; that my worthiness to be loved is not tied to how slim, pretty, smart or successful I am. Perfection is impossible. I am not a failure for not being able to help or heal the whole world. I can only do what I can do, and that is enough. I thank God for His love and the love He has brought into my life. And when life is too painful, I just need to remember to... KEEP BREATHING. And I want others to know: YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

The Compulsion To Be Thin And The Pain Within

I gaze upon the pages of these magazines.
The images there are nothing I haven't seen.
The images of all these girls so beautiful and thin,
Ignites the feelings I've tried to bury deep within.

But I guess I didn't succeed,
Because once again my heart begins to bleed.
These feelings once again overwhelm me;
The feelings of pain, fear and insecurity.

The feelings of pain as I recall,
When the others' teasing made my tears fall.
But never did I let them see,
The pain inside their thoughtless words caused me.

No, instead I would hold fast,
And only let the tears flow when I was alone at last.
In the privacy of my own domain,
Only then would I succumb to the pain.

I found that in the shower with the water running,
That no one could hear my cries and sobbing.
Then I could hold on to my pride,
As I held the pain, deep, deep inside.

 ~ Written by Jayne Michellane a.k.a Lady Jayne, 2000

I recently came across this very powerful video, and really connected with it and the song - Keep Breathing. Bravo to the maker of this video, MissPitt!

Direct link to the YouTube video:
Keep Breathing video

Source: JadexFace on DevianArt


A poem about the loss of first love... and so much more than that. This was one of my rare non-rhymy ones.

Sadly, at the same time I wrote this poem, I had also written a suicide note. I had completely repressed my memory of this note and the poem until I found it many years later. When I read it, all the memories I had repressed, came flooding back. I wept for that "lost soul" that I had been, and I thank God that I didn't jump off that balcony that very painful day...when I felt so incredibly ALONE.
I'm sitting on the edge of the balcony staring out at the setting sun;
Although the sun I cannot see, for it is hiding from me,
(Hmph! This is me trying to be funny!).
I look out at the men busy at work, building some homes.
I look out at the children happy at play in the pool.
I look at the cars filled with people returning home to their families
after a long day at work.
I also hear the cry of a child with its breathless sobs,
and it reminds me of the cries echoing through
the chasm of my empty heart;
A heart that's been empty since the day you went away.
For so long I've wanted to fill this void within me...
Yet happiness keeps eluding me.
For a while I convinced myself that my heart did not need filling...
Especially from you!
I also thought that the love that was filled to overflowing for you
had finally been dried clean with all the tears that fell day after day...
There were so many tears.
Yet... after all these years, when you finally smiled at me again,
I realised that love for you still flowed through me.
But I must NEVER utter these words to you.
So here I sit alone;
Always ALONE;
For that is how it must be.

~ Written by Jayne Michellane a.k.a Lady Jayne, 17 Jan 1997

And now...Here's a silly one! Just to break up all these sad ones. ^_^


A ditty I wrote because I was so gosh darned psyched that it was Friday night!
The Friday Night Ditty

This week has been a fright,

But thank God it's Friday night,

Which really is my delight,

'Cause work is out of sight!

Now if it would be so kind,

As to also be out of mind,

And then I could find,

That I could truly unwind! ^_^

~ Written by Jayne Michellane a.k.a Lady Jayne, 20 August 2010
HOW DO I ....?

I wrote this poem to deal with the turmoil of emotions I had been feeling in September 2010 - Just feeling an oppressive sadness. My chest hurt and at times I felt like I couldn't breathe and I also had difficulty sleeping. That September, if all things had gone well with my pregnancy in 2009 (I had a miscarriage), our child would have been 1 yr old, earlier that month. And later that month, I would turn 34 - an age my big brother never reached because he passed away when he was 33. It was a very difficult month for me, emotionally. Writing this poem helped me release my turbulent emotions and I felt better after I wrote it. Thank you, God, for allowing me to face my issues, and free myself, through my poems.

How do I ...?

How do I be okay with turning 34?
When you’re older than me and
Should have got there before?
How do I answer when someone asks me,
“How many siblings do have in your family?”
It just tears me up inside to say,
“Well, there were two but now there’s just me.”

How do I answer when someone asks me,
“Do you have any children?”
Answering, “Well, I was pregnant once,
But my baby was called back to heaven”;
Though it’s the truth, it’s not what others want to know,
So it would be much easier just to say, “No”.
But how could I possibly deny,
My own tiny baby that wasn’t to be,
When that would be like denying
An essential part of me?

Those simple questions now just make me flounder,
And sometimes I blurt out the uncomfortable answer.
Yes, I really do hate those curlys,
But what can I do, I cannot just flee!
So, sorry if I answer your innocent question,
With the painful the truth.
I really didn’t mean to make you feel,
Like I pulled out your tooth.

~ Written by Jayne Michellane a.k.a. Lady Jayne, 18 September 2010

"The truth is not always beautiful, nor beautiful words the truth."

This is a poem for my baby, Hope, who I lost in a miscarriage in 2009. I wrote this on the one year anniversary. I named my baby Hope, because I have not lost hope. My HOPE is with, and in, God. 


I miss you.
I’m sorry,
If it was my fear,
That made you go away.
It’s been a year,
And my heart still aches.
I cry these tears for you.
Hope, oh, Hope…
I may have lost you,
But please let me not lose hope.
The sadness overwhelms me.
Please let me one day be,
The mother I wanted to be
For you, my precious, Hope.
Mummy loves you!
You burn in my heart,
Even in my darkness.
I will never lose…

~ Written by Jayne Michellane a.k.a. Lady Jayne, 5 February 2010

"In all things it is better to hope than to despair." 
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

This poem came from my soul. Yesterday, I received yet another middle of the night phone call, bearing the sorrowful news of the passing of a loved one...my Uncle Andrew, who will be so dearly missed. My heart is deeply saddened and I feel so very weary.


My eyes are bleary,
I cannot see,
What's in front of me.

I'm tired of tears,
Worn out by fears,
Will it leave me alone,
This sorrow from the phone?

My heart aches,
My hands, they shake,
I lie awake,
This pain, it just won't slake.

I cannot bear...anymore goodbyes,
My soul is weary,
From the tears it cries,
And the deafening echoes,
Of its sighs.

But reaching through,
To help me fight,
I see the light,
Of Hope...shining bright;
May my loved ones, also,
Feel the warmth of its light.

~ Written by Jayne Michellane a.k.a. Lady Jayne, 3 June 2011

"Would I want to be immortal? 
Only if the ones I love were immortal, too. 
Otherwise, what worth is immortality 
without love and family? 
Nothing but an empty expanse of endless time." 
~ Jayne Michellane a.k.a Lady Jayne, 3 June 2011

I'm always quoting other people. About time I "quoted" myself, hey? ^_^ The storm of sorrow, of yet another family loss, has me "waxing poetic". Funny how it does that.

Description: The title and contents of this poem are self-explanatory. I can't believe I wrote another poem! Two in a few days of each other is very unusual for me. When I write poetry it usually means I'm in a dark place. Sounds dramatic, I know, but it's true. LOL I have come to realise that God has given me rhymes in my head to help me cope. And writing them allows me to somehow identify my overwhelming emotions and swirling thoughts, so that I can deal with them. My poetry isn't literature, but they always come from my heart and soul. And they always lead me to finding Hope again, even when things seem so bleak. 

The Hidden Us

When people ask each day, "How are you?" 
They don't really want to know that you're blue;
The expected and conditioned response is "Okay",
When that's not really what you mean to say.

But who wants to hear of your dismay?
When they have their own troubles they hide through the day;
People just want to hear that you're "Good",
But things haven't turned out the way you hoped they would.

What happened to all your wonderful plans?
They slipped through your fingers like grains of sand;
Now you can't even remember what they were,
Because Life is passing you by in a blur.

They say you have the power within you to change your life,
But making a change is like cutting yourself with a knife;
You have to surgically remove the things that hold you back,
Like your worries and fears about the things that you lack.

Yet, how do you cut out a piece of YOU?
Even the things to which you need to say "Adieu"?
The things that have become ingrained in your mind,
Which may also be the things that make you blind?

~ Written by J.M.A. a.k.a. Lady Jayne, 5 June 2011

Description: I must have opened up some kind of strange "poetic gate" recently because I can't stop writing poems! Haha. I wrote this one, today, while waiting for my hubby to meet me for lunch at a Japanese Ramen restaurant. I usually have my head buried in a book when I'm waiting, but today I just couldn't seem to read (nor have I read much lately) and I just had to write down this poem. It's a short one.

~*~Emotional Cacophony~*~

Sitting here alone,
Waiting for you,
Trying to drown out,
The chatter and hullabaloo;
The anger and annoyance,
From the table next,
Has me feeling the need,
To jot down some text;
Wanting to read,
But surrounded by cacophony,
Feeling in turmoil,
Longing for harmony.

~ Written by Jayne Michellane a.k.a. Lady Jayne, 7 June 2011.

"Resilience is accepting your new reality, even if it's less good than the one you had before. You can fight it, you can do nothing but scream about what you've lost, or you can accept that and try to put together something that's good." 
~ Elizabeth Edwards

I've been feeling like I've been down in the gutters after a family death at the start of June and then a home robbery and vandalism in the middle of June, which is why I haven't posted anything for a few weeks. Apologies!

But in the past week or so, I've felt re-born and have been "claiming back" my home ... and myself ... again.

While I've lost some drafts of my recent reviews, which was on the laptop that was amongst the items stolen from my home, I will write them again - hopefully soon!

I did write another poem, though. This poem arises out of recent events and is inspired by the above quote by Elizabeth Edwards and Jaci Velasquez's song, Flower in the Rain (video posted below).


I’ve felt like I was kicked down,
But I picked myself up,
I could continue to frown,
But instead, I look at my half full cup;
I will be like a flower in the rain,
And when the storms have passed,
I will grow stronger again;
Oh, my bittersweet Resilience,
I have come to know your brilliance,
For even my faith like a mustard seed,
Can give me strength when I bleed,
And to be enduring like a weed;
Like a weed growing in the gutter,
Which can still make one utter:
There is beauty in the gutter,
Where Resilience springs,
A beauty that reminds us to be thankful,
For the depth of Hope it brings!

~ Written by Jayne Michellane a.k.a Lady Jayne, 4th July 2011

Flower in the Rain by Jaci Velasquez:

I Must Hide This Pain Away…

You told me the news,
I felt like I couldn’t breathe,
This sorrow buried inside,
Had its trigger to seethe;
This news should bring joy,
But I feel such immense sadness,
“They are having another baby”,
Was news that should have brought gladness;
It shouldn’t make me burst into tears,
But when we were pregnant first,
And lost our little one…
The day just felt,
Like my world had lost its sun;
Now, every single time,
News like this comes,
I hear a roar in my ears,
And my heart beating like from a distant drum;
It’s like my body is in shock,
It misses you, our sweet little Hope…
After almost three years now,
I should be able to cope;
But the tears can’t help but fall…
I remember when we were so excited to see,
Your little shape like a lentil,
Then, from such heart-filling joy,
It plummeted to a pain with a force so elemental;
 “I’m sorry, there’s no heartbeat.”
“It’s not a viable pregnancy.”
“Not. A. Viable. Pregnancy.”
“NOT. Viable….”
My heart just stopped in that moment,
And in this present moment, I keep wondering, “When???”
When can I feel the happiness I want to feel for others?
When can I react normally once again?
Instead of feeling like I can’t breathe?
I hate feeling this way!
I’m so sorry to my joyous family and friends,
So I must hide this pain away…

~ Written by Jayne Michellane a.k.a Lady Jayne, 25 November 2011

~*~Raindrops, Sun and Rainbows~*~

Raindrops, sun, and rainbows,
Lighting up my window,
Sparking up creativity,
Creating magic in simplicity.

~ By Jayne Michellane a.k.a. Lady Jayne, 11 Feb 2012

Taken on a rainy drive, with bursts of sun emerging through the clouds.

~*~Melancholy Day~*~

Melancholy day,
Can't find the words to say,
How strange I feel inside,
Sadness, a rushing tide;
Yet there are no tears,
No identifiable fears,
Just the pulsing of my heart,
The sense of falling apart;
This too shall pass,
It will not last,
Just another melancholy day...
Please dissipate without delay!
But what can I do to speed its way?
Without being torn within its fray?
I will try and give it a tug,
Maybe...I just need a hug.

~ Written by Jayne Michellane a.k.a. Lady Jayne, 15 February 2012


~*~ A Silent Shout ~*~

Caught in a spiral,
Churning emotions gone viral,
So many things to express,
My inability causes duress;
I want to tell you,
What’s in my heart,
But I don’t even know,
Where to start;
How do I tell you,
All I desire,
My feelings all caught up,
 In a quagmire;
I feel like, 
I can’t breathe,
Suffocating in, 
My emotional sheathe;
I feel immobile,
My words gone sterile,
And then...
 The tears slip out,
A silent shout.

~ Written by Jayne Michellane a.k.a Lady Jayne, 27 Feb 2012

 Image Credit: Tear Drop by JosCos - Stunning!

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love."
~ Washington Irving

Two days ago marked 5 years since my big brother passed away at the age of 33. This poem is for him, for Jamie.

Missing You…

It’s been a few years now,
Since I’ve heard your voice,
But not hearing it,
Hasn’t been a choice;

It’s been some time since I saw,
The cheeky sparkle in your eyes,
Nestled in a special place in my mind,
This precious memory of you lies;

I gently let them loose,
When I’m missing you,
I clutch them to my heart,
Then I do what I have to do;

I move forward with Life,
As that’s what you’d want,
To embrace Life wholeheartedly,
And not be nonchalant;

You always gave so generously,
You had such a big heart,
Your cheerful Life’s philosophy,
Will be my navigational chart;

I know I was most often times,
The reserved, melancholy one,
While there you were,
Our bright (sometimes annoying :-D) sun;

I look forward to the day,
When I can hug you once again,
To know that we lived Life right,
And we can sing joyfully, Amen!

~ Written by Jayne Michellane a.k.a Lady Jayne, 6 March 2012


The Truth...

The truth, the truth...
Sometimes it's worse
Than pulling out a tooth,
Sometimes it robs us
Of our youth;
The truth, the truth...
Sometimes it can't be said,
Sometimes, it must be bled;
If I could speak it,
Would it set me free?
But then the hurt,
At what cost to thee?
Would I feel better,
But you feel worse?
Would my hiding it,
Be an even worse curse?
The truth, the truth...
Do I swallow it up inside?
Is it the same as if I've lied?
Or is it to protect all of us?
Is burying it the least of fuss?
Or is the truth we cannot speak,
Is that what makes us weak?
Under it's burden,
Will we shatter?
Is it in the denying,
Or the utter?
The truth, the truth...
How did it go
From simple to hard?
How did it become
Such a cutting shard?
Is it because my truth
Is not yours, too?
Is there a way
We can see this through?

~ Written by Jayne Michellane a.k.a Lady Jayne, 10 April 2012

Caught in Autumn's Web

I'm caught in Autumn's web,
Enraptured by its lustre,
The fiery leaves that swirl and dance,
Unchoreographed in a bluster;

The carpet leaves like vibrant petals,
In hues of scarlet, bronze and gold,
Ignites a spark deep within,
And it makes me ever bold;

The vibrant tints of Autumn, 
Never fails, my soul, to lift,
In its warmth I am revived,
There's nothing like the Autumn gift.

Written by Jayne Michellane a.k.a Lady Jayne, 8 May 2012.
Photos taken in Adelaide and Mount Lofty Botanic Gardens, May 2012.

~*~The Coming of Spring~*~

The rain and chill remind me,
that Winter is still here,
But the buds and flowers sing,
that Spring is very near! 

The lovely, barely dressed branches,
Sparkling with glistening drops of rain,
Make me smile for the coming Spring,
And washes away my Winter pains.
~ By Jayne Michellane a.k.a Lady Jayne, written on 25 August 2012.
Photo taken at Belair, South Australia, on 18 August 2012.

~*~Cherry Blossoms~*~

Cherry Blossoms, Cherry Blossoms,
Do you know that you’re awesome?
You are so pretty in pink,
And beautiful in white, too,
Whenever I gaze at your loveliness,
It chases away all my Winter blues!
I ♥ Cherry Blossoms!!!

~ By Jayne Michellane a.k.a Lady Jayne, written on 26 August 2012.
Photos taken at Tea Tree Gully, on 25 August 2012.


~*~The Broken Bowl~*~ 

I feel drenched in sadness,
Where is the gladness?
Where has it gone,
Leaving me withdrawn? 

The buoyant elixir,
That lifts the soul, 
Has drained away, 
From this broken bowl; 

How does happiness drained, 
Drown one in so much pain? 
How to fix the cracks, 
So the joy doesn’t lack? 

I believe it is possible,
I just need to keep working it out,
To stop the darkness,
From having so much clout.

~ By Jayne Michellane a.k.a Lady Jayne, 14 Sep 2012

Photo of a bowl in my house. :-) Taken on 14 Sep 2012.

This poem is for anyone who has ever felt heart-broken and hopeless. May Hope remain in your heart, always. ♥

~*Tattered Toy*~*

She gazed out into
The horizon of her domain;
The haunting notes of longing, within her,
Echoed their bittersweet refrain.

Swirling thoughts
Of broken dreams;
Her hopes and wishes
Seeping out of frayed seams.

She struggled to continue
To hold hope in her heart;
She felt like she was
Completely falling apart.

But she refused to repose in defeat
Like an abandoned tattered toy;
She gathered up her hopes and dreams,
Stitched them up within,
And, through that, regained some joy.

By Jayne Michellane a.k.a Lady Jayne, 18 January 2013.

Model: Tahlya Mitrovic 
Hair and Make-up: Yen Huynh 
Creative Assistant: Glenn Varona 



There are ripples every day,
From words that we say,
The thoughtfulness we show,
It just won’t go astray,
And the hurts that we cause,
Won’t easily go away.

How far those ripples go,
We may never know,
Yet every kindness shown,
Won’t by the winds be blown;
For every time we take a moment,
To listen, to care, 
To put ourselves out there,
We may just ease someone’s torment.

Even just the little acts,
Like a smile or a touch,
Could have such big impacts,
And mean so very much;
Like one moment where,
You looked in someone’s eyes,
By acknowledging you see them there,
You may have eased their silent cries.

In bringing someone hope,
We don’t just help that one person cope,
For in their lifted state,
Others whose lives they touch,
May also increase their faith,
And that can never be too much.

~By Jayne Michellane a.k.a. Lady Jayne on 20 January 2013.

"Remember there's no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end." 
~ Scott Adams

“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential 
to turn a life around.” 
~Leo F. Buscaglia

~*~The Four Seasoned Path~*~

I walked a path one day,
It was one of those halcyon days,
The path had four seasons in one,
With a slight mist hiding sun.

The winter-like brush,
Spring blossoms’ pink blush,
Summer green grassy specks,
Bronze autumn leaf flecks.

The calm and the peace,
Erased my frown’s crease,
In the embrace of that feeling,
On that path I found healing.

~ By Jayne Michellane a.k.a. Lady Jayne, 23 January 2013. 
Photo taken on 1 September 2012.



This poem is dedicated to all who are brave enough 
to open the doors within themselves.

~*~Opening The Doors Within~*~

I walked through the hallways of my mind,
Searching and searching for something… 
Something I felt I needed to find.

There were many doors,
I saw along the corridors,
But when I tried to open them,
Some would open, but some were jammed;
Some were locked up tight,
And staring at those sealed doors,
Something just didn’t feel right.

In the ones that could open easily,
I could peer in and see,
All those wonderful memories,
Of times when I was happy.

In the rooms where the doors
Were rather stuck,
There were echoes of times,
When I was a little down on my luck.

As I passed the doors,
Through which I could not see,
I wondered and wondered…
Where would I find the keys?
Did I even want to know,
What was on the other side?
Perhaps it was better to leave,
Whatever was there to continue to hide.

One thing I have learned of Life,
To find peace in the midst of strife,
Is that peace actually comes from within,
And being comfortable within my own skin.

But I am not brave enough yet,
To open all the portals;
What can I say?
I am a mere mortal;
So, one day, maybe,
When I am truly ready,
I’ll obtain the keys,
To allow me to fully see…. ME.

~ By Jayne Michellane a.k.a. Lady Jayne, February 2009.
Photo taken 25 August 2012. 

"Until God opens the next door for you,
praise Him in the hallway."
~ Author Unknown. ♥

Mercurial Calm

Ever feel like just when
You think you’re calm and in control,
And a careless word or act 

Just rips up your soul?

That calm you thought you’d cultivated
Was actually as unstable as mercury;
And just like that, from coping,
You’re drowning again in misery.

Like a slight disturbance to a pond’s surface
Causes ripples that resonate all around,
Even the slightest of prodding,
Causes a pain so intense, it’s the only sound.

The sound of your pounding heart,
Roaring in your ears;
The sound of the wretched sobs,
Torn out of you with your tears.

So how to find a calm that isn’t mercurial?
That’ll keep you steady in a storm tossed pond?
All I know is what’s helped me,
And that’s faith and hope in a divine bond.

~ Written by Jayne Michellane a.k.a. Lady Jayne on 30 January 2013. Photo taken on 28 January 2013. 
The water in these shades made me think of mercury, 
and recent events made me think of "Mercurial Calm". 
Then, this poem just poured out.

More to come ....


  1. Ah, your poetry...I'm glad you included them in your Reading Den. Such depth & emotions in your writing. Hoping to read more happy ones in the future.
    ps: Remember someone really dear to me (and very wise too!) once said, "we never loss Hope. our Hope is with Our Lord" xxx
    ps ps:fingers cross to no problems in posting my comment

  2. yippee, it went thru!

  3. Yay! You managed to post a comment, Mel! ^_^

    Thank you for your lovely comment about my poetry, Mel. And hmm... that sounds like something I said, but since you mentioned that person is wise, it can't be me! LOL

    I'll add my "Hope" poem here soon.

  4. Twas you, Jayney : ) Looking fwd to read more of your writings. Maybe post your novella on Supernatural?...along with the associated pics ; )

  5. Jayne, I am so glad to see your poems here too and I am so sorry that you have suffered such pain from loss. You have been given a unique talent that while expressing your despair through your poetry, you touch a place in each of us. It doesn't matter that our sufferings are different, you speak to our despair along with the reminder that there is hope. Thank you for sharing yourself and your talent!

  6. @Mel: My Supernatural fanfic? Hehe. We'll see if I post that here. ^_^

    Thank you so much for always supporting and encouraging me, my dear sweet Mel. *Hugs*

  7. @KatLynne: Thank you so much for your thoughtful and encouraging words, KatLynne! It truly touches me and means a lot.

    Yes, I believe while we all go through different experiences and circumstances, the feeling of loss, sadness, pain, grief and despair is something we all feel and can connect with in each other. We may not go through the exact same experience, but we can understand it on a “soul” level. I am thankful if my poems, that arose out of my painful life experiences, can help others feel that they are not alone, and yes, that there is ALWAYS hope. *Hugs*

  8. I've now included my "Hope" poem above! xoxo

  9. Jayne... HOPE and HOW DO I? made me cry... i really wished u werent that far... i miss you Jayne... I miss talking and spending time with u... i really do... i love you with all my heart Jayne. -merl-

  10. *BIG HUG, Merl* I miss and love you with all my heart, too, Merl. I miss all the laughs we used to have, singing to the radio together, and just our D&Ms late into the night. Know that no matter how far away I am, I am always wishing happiness for you and that I will always love you. Until we meet again...sending you lots of love. XOXO

  11. Jayne,
    Your poem just beautiful...
    I really can feel your pain, be strong my dear friend:)

    Love & Hugs,
    Amanda, Malaysia

  12. Hi Amanda,

    Thank you so much for your comment about my poems. Yes, a lot of pain and tears in these poems. But after I write them, I start to feel better and stronger. They help me release my emotions... and instead of staying depressed, I feel hope again and smile. ^_^

    Love and hugs,
    Jayne xoxo

  13. "In all things it is better to hope than to despair." ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

  14. These are beautiful, Jayne. I read through them one by one, and you brought me to tears.

    I'm so sorry for the loss of your baby and your brother. I'm sorry for your struggles with self and food.

    All I know is the woman I met through the Internet. She is kind and smart and talented. She is sensitive, caring and wise. She deserves all the best in life, and I hope and pray that many good things come your way this year.


  15. Pamela, I'm so sorry I missed this post!

    Thank you so much for your very kind, thoughtful and beautiful comment. It made me teary and I am so touched. You are so good at doing that to me, with all your stories, so I guess it was only fair if I brought you to some tears. Haha. ^_^

    You are not only an amazing writer, you are just such a beautiful person and I'm glad to know you. I wish you all the best in life, too, and much success in your new phase as a full-time writer.

    Thank you for your encouragement, too. *HUGS* XOXO