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Carry On

I travel across the tainted sea,
And see the world in front of me.
I see the death, the pain and fright,
And watch those hearts then set alight.
I walk among the troubled men,
I carry on, again and again.
I cry my hurt upon my dress,
Then stand up tall, rebuild my nest.
I scan those close, I scan those far,
I hold my head and start my car.
I see the dark, I see the fall,
I hear two voices yet summon one call.
I travel across the snowy ground,
My achievements making my chest pound.
I see the death, the pain and fright,
I start again, my wings take flight.

Boneata Bell
2nd November 2017
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The Stranger

There is nothing similar,
To that stranger.
Who walks into your life,
And changes everything.
The tiny difference,
Upon which you reflect,
On those long winter nights.
And warn out, heart-felt tears,

There is nothing like the arms that
The stranger,
Wrapped around you.
Without love,
Yet with so much at
Exactly the same time.
Those warm raindrops,
Will potentially kill you
When reflecting.

There is no way of describing the stranger,
But they are in
Everything that you observe,
For the rest of your life.
Yet they aren't.
They never appear.
They disappear.

There is nothing like the stranger.
In their captivating ways,
A stranger that,
Is like a stranger,
But in fact has never been,
Nor ever will be,
A stranger at all.

- Boneata Bell 05.05.17


The end of 2015 was a big life changer for me. I lost my house due to a relationship break-up and I moved in with my parents. My little boy turned one years old and started to walk. One relationship ended and another began. I graduated from university and went back to my job from maternity leave. I then got myself a second job. And a voluntary job writing columns. I began to travel to different places around the UK and do various things I never thought that I would do. I began a bucket list. I passed numerous dance exams and I began Brazilian jiu jitsu and joined the gym for the first time in my life. It was quite the year. I decided that I wanted to inspire people to be strong. To keep going. Then before I knew it, one year had passed.
That's when I started to take notice of myself.  For the first time in my life I had my nails done by a professional. And my eyebrows saved from disaster. I realised that I couldn't carry on looking homeless. It was time to make an effort. And t…