There is a peaceful stability
found within this lake's
deep and pure tranquillity.
Where beauty mirrors truth
in waters calm and still.

All who gaze upon this peace
feel their troubles fade,
as beauty's soft reflection
creates a perfect recollection
of nature's gentle grace.

Like a songbird's melody,
wild, soft yet free,
life's burdens are lulled to sleep,
and my heart takes wing
in joyful flight with yours.

I rest, knowing
that we are blessed
with nature's sweet reprieve,
and our bond destined
to weather all of this together.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Love shouldn't feel like shattered glass,
Or tears that flow as moments pass.
I learnt that caring wasnt enough,
When gentle hearts are treated rough.

The door closes softly as I depart,
A final goodbye, a new fresh start.
Though leaving breaks me piece by piece,
Staying would steal my inner peace.

Sometimes love means walking away,
Despite the price we have to pay.
For in the end, I've come to see,
The greatest love is setting myself free.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I stand behind the boundary you shattered,
Watching fragments of our trust scatter.
No mason's hands will I let rebuild
What you alone chose to break and spill.

Peace rests within my steadfast walls,
While your guilt beyond my border calls.
You crossed the line drawn in the sand
This distance now, I understand.

No architect of reconciliation will I be,
For bridges burned weren't burnt by me.
Some bonds, were broken by your choice,
They need no repair and no voice.

I rest content in knowing where I stood,
While you stepped over where you should.
So let it be; this space between,
Because I'm standing where I've always been.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Your heart's language
Is too vast for vessels made of clay,
When your soul speaks of stars and ocean spray.
In mundane realms, when walking alone,
Speaking of kindness in undertones.

Feeling it all too intensely,
When noticing wounds that others mask,
Feeling their pain is too much to ask.
While others shield their eyes in fear,
While you draw their suffering ever near.

Compassion can often feel like a knife,
In this world of thorns measured by love
Which fits you like a borrowed glove.
Yet here you stand, worn yet bright,
In the shadows of a lesser light.

Caring too deeply to turn a blind eye,  
You are not broken, just breaking free,
with empathy that others cannot see.
Your rhythm is different, its wild beat,
Makes the earth tremble beneath their feet.

Maybe it’s not that you’re too much,
Or not made to fit, but made to soar,
To crack the shell, to break open the door.
For in this world, naive souls sleep,
Whilst your waking heart feels too deep.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I recount moments with pensive eyes
Through mercury mirrors and fluid skies.
As cities fold like paper cranes,  
While clocks bleed with watercolour stains.

Obscure are the faces that I once knew,  
Now speaking in tongues of indigo blue.  
Their words grow cold in the morning frost,  
Like maps to places long since lost.

In rooms where gravity forgets,  
My thoughts float in spiral pirouettes.  
Each echo dons a foreign skin,  
As outside weeps with what's within.

Moths of meaning flutter past,  
Too translucent here to last.  
Their wings spell out words left unsent  
Of an unexchanged sweet lament.

I drift through crowds of mannequin dreams,  
Suspended, alone, and unseen.  
A spectral figure in reverse,  
Feeling like an outsider in this universe.

Time melts like Salvador's clocks,  
While purpose spills through quantum locks.  
And I, a paradox come undone,  
Mulling over what my life has become.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In this space, there is a tranquil peace,
Between land and sky where the sunset creeps,
I wander through the fading light
When the day surrenders unto the night.

The darkness dances with starlight beams,
Like waltzing fragments of my dreams,
While the constellations slowly turn,
And the faraway sun continues to burn.

Here in this realm of in-between,
Where nothing is the way it seems.
This reoccurring beauty often dwells
Under the earth's rotational spell.

For in this space of endless flight,
Where sunlight duels with the starry night,
When sunrise greets day with warming bliss
As the dark and light share one long kiss.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I showed you my fractures,
You mapped my vulnerabilities
And instead of healing hands,
You chose to weaken me.

You fed on my collapse
Like a demon drinking pain,
Reading my fears like a scripture,
Playing god with my ruins.

I tried to be your fortress
While you dismantled my walls,
Brick by savage brick,
Until only dust remained.

Now in this hollow aftermath,
You twist the narrative;
I was too distant, too broken.
I became the architect of my fall.

You'll weave your golden lies,
The world will nod and believe.
But these silent scars speak the truth,
As you left a wreckage deep within.

©️Lizzie Bevis