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Lyn-Purcell Nov 2021
Smiling over tears
For grief cannot be outrun
Sky weeps over loss
Back again!
Geez, it's been ages. Still working through alot of things though. I dunno why but more often then not, I haven't been able to properly sleep / rest. And my mind has been taking several journies back to the past.
When I woke up, I felt a deep ache in my chest from remembering so many things at ones. Hence this haiku, I wrote it in my journal now and felt the need to share it.

Look, I dunno who needs to hear it but, please know that whatever stage you're in, even if you're really unhappy, you're doing great and while you're here, it's never too late either. Whatever grief you are enduring, outrunning will only do so much. Believe me, I've spent YEARS outrunning mine and it's done me more harm than good because I haven't processed and worked through it. You'll be better in the long run if you slowly and steadily make sense of your pain. It's okay if you crumble. But don't stay down for too long. Stand and walk through it. You owe yourself that much. ❤️🌹

Anyway, Ill be back soon. 🌹
Funny how a pen is always nearby when I feel I've lost my way. I'm still going to a terrible rut, feeling as if I don't deserve even that but I'm grateful none the less for the comfort it gives me.
Much love all, and stay safe out there.
Kind regards,
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Mar 2021

A kiss under stars
is the greatest place to be
For they are our sparks


Hard to believe we're in March! Time is really flying by.
This one is just a small haiku for my journey.
Something I've always dream to have, haha!
It's a girlish dream of mine but a dream none the less ☺💜
I'll hold onto it though, in a better time and when I'm in a much better place.
Please stay safe and well all, everyone! You and your families!
Much love,
Lyn ***
  Feb 2021 Lyn-Purcell
Edmund black
I know God ,
love and nothing else
And that’s enough for me.
In a world of temptation and weakness  
It takes a strong man or woman
To give all his love
To one man , one woman or one person.
This life is brief
We just don’t know where we’re going to find Ourselves tomorrow,
Why not be faithful and kind
To the one who loves you best ?
But the weak hearted man
Is he story of many men
And the weak hearted woman is the story
Of many women.

But the sad thing is
The solution is simple

Grow the f$&#* Up

The clouds of imagination sailed past
The images and imagery created didn’t last
The rains took their breath away in a splash
All that remained was clay and some wet hay
Incomplete, yet replete
Inspired by a picture of clouds
Lyn-Purcell Jan 2021

The wistful beauty
thrives with her mask of legend
Touched by tragedy


Small haiku from my journal. 💜🌹
I feel a bit better today. I find myself reading more and more about the legendary Marilyn Monroe. Shes such a captivating figure.
The one thing I truly admire about her is her strength.
She moved and soldiered ahead even with all that happened to her.
Like the rest of us, she too had her fair share of triumphs and tragedies.
But I must say, her mask of Marilyn is so potent. Marilyn is whom we love yet its Norma Jean who's always left behind. In the shadow of a mask she created. To live up to that image of being a goddess must have been so difficult. I have an inordinate amount of respect for her.
I hope she is resting in peace.
Sweet Norma, I'll always keep a good thought for you
I've ordered another Marilyn book which should be here too, I look forward to reading it. Stay safe everyone!
Much love!
Lyn ***
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