Letter 8 – 01.04.20 Short Love Poems

So the world is pretty crazy right now. And by pretty crazy I mean we’re facing a seemingly out of control global pandemic that has caused unrest and lockdowns unlike anything that has been seen before.

Right now, we are all literally making history – which is a crazy thing to think about. Amongst the chaos, I am currently existing in my own little oasis at home where things are moving along pretty normally. I have masses of uni work that keeps me distracted, my sister and I have been baking and I can still take Daisy out for her walk to get some fresh air. But every so often I spend a few hours reading the news and get overwhelmed with the tragedies many other people are facing. I realise how lucky I am to be surrounded by love and family.

At this scary time I thought I would try to spread some love by posting a few very short love poems that I wrote a while ago and frequently return to as they always make me smile. I hope you like them 🙂

1.

So if you hold me now,

Take my hand and drown these thoughts out,

Pull me close and whisper,

You’ll be alright, I am with you now,

Just kiss me ’till the sun goes down.

2.

And it’s not been easy,

At times I though one of us would break,

But we’ve kept the pieces together,

Oh, what a story our love makes.

3.

Everyday I thank the stars that I found you,

Everything you say sets my heart on fire.

And I can’t help but smile when your beautiful brown eyes,

Are staring at mine.

It’s like a scene from a movie, a line from a song,

A story to tell when we’re old, and while we’re young,

And I’d like to thank you, for being so strong,

‘Cos I can’t live without you, now I know I’ve found the one.

Stay strong everyone. I know many people will be feeling lonely, scared and will be worried about loved ones who they are separated from. But this will pass. Please stay at home. And remember, love always wins.

Sophie Xxx

Letter 7 – Cold Feet 17.01.19

I turn the key and open the door,

The air is cold and damp clings to the walls.

I drop my suitcase on the empty floor,

And sink onto the side of the bed.

Here in the attic, I hear nothing except the raindrops on the window.

Here in the attic, I hear nothing except the ticking of a small clock.

Here in the attic, I hear nothing except my own slow breathing.

I am alone. The attic and I.

Soon, no light shines through the window,

My cold fingers fumble at the duvet.

I climb into the empty bed,

And curl my body up into a ball.

Here in the attic, I close my eyes but don’t sleep.

Here in the attic, I hug my pillow for company.

Here in the attic, a tear falls onto the sheet.

I am alone. The attic and I.

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I always find change difficult, and coming back to university after the holidays felt like a big change. The first few days I struggled to sleep, and even after spending hours with my friends, coming into my room felt like entering another world.

I wrote this poem after a few days of struggling to get back into a routine, but can happily look back at it now from a much more comfortable and happier place.

What I wanted to say, is that it’s okay to find things difficult sometimes, but always be positive that things will get better and before long you will find that things are okay again.

Thank you to all my amazing friends who help me feel at home while I’m at university. It took some time, but now I’m glad to be back 🙂

Sophie Xxx

Letter 5 – 06.01.20 On a Monday Morning Walk

Trudging through ice-cream wafer leaves,

Tearing open unsealed envelopes with my feet.

Overhead, the birds communicate

Like whistles in a school sports hall.

The arms of the trees, plucked violin strings,

Quiver with a rush of the indecisive wind.

Glass bullets of dew drop

Into the snaking trenches of abandoned footsteps.

Sunbeams splinter through the wiry branches

And diffuse through mists of fairy breath.

Gazing upwards like a fish through algae-speckled water,

The clouds waltz among the smoke tracks of manmade birds.

Soon the sky will darken, leaving only

Birdsong,

Wind,

And the empty outlines of my shoes.

Just a little poem I wrote a while ago, came to mind when I was walking my dog this morning, hope you like it 🙂

Sophie Xxx