But she survived


img_1243I read this post above, it seems it was written with my broken friend in mind. I wrote this poem as I watched daily, the torment and pain she was experiencing. My heart ached watching her. 

She didn’t want to live in this world without him. How could we convince her, she could, she would. She would be happy again. 3 months on, she survived. She is not better,  but baby steps, one day at a time, her survival will lead towards a recovery which will lead to happiness once again. I can’t wait 

Pain etched upon your face

Please my friend

Take your mind to a beautiful place

I watch the pain raging in your heart

My friend, can I help

Dull this ache, from when he did depart

Your body aching, oh so frail 

Your broken


Deathly pale

You must get up, I beg you please

Laying in bed

Let her aching heart please appease

It shall only be a moment, only a season

A split second in life

That he will  be the reason

You are readying to release this pain

Lose sight of this face

Gain your old self back again 

Be happy, show me the light again, in your eyes

Some falls in life 

Lead to a happier arise

May your beautiful kind heart shine on through

There is nothing more harmful

Than sharing moments with someone not meant for you

Move forward in life, my sweet friend 

The hurt the sorrow 

Conquer it, let it end 

A new tomorrow 

Make a new journey

live your life

You are so very worthy

JB may 2018

Published by Janette Bendle

I have reached my fabulous 50s. Guess what, it’s okay. 20 years in the health and wellness industry. Educating men and women on the importance of nourishing their bodies with good food, moving with integrity, recharging their energy levels and empowering their minds. I love my job. A mother of two boys who are now men and my greatest achievement. A lover of words, an aspiring author with a book written and no idea where to go next, a poet who writes from the heart and her vulnerability. A foodie who loves to experiment, a salad lover , But not just your Every day salad, I throw in anything you can think of it ends up in my salad. I have a reputation for making the greatest weirdest salads around. As a total contradiction, I have a ridiculous sweet tooth. I rescue abandoned souls in the bodies of dogs, an animal lover, Who sometimes likes animals more than humans. My teacher in life, my mother never ceases to amaze me. I am one fortunate human being who is filled with gratitude for the life she lives.

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