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Bella Bantjes Poem
It’s not about letting it go.
It’s about letting it in.
Letting it sink deep.
Letting it move through you
without rushing it toward an exit.
It’s about being honest
with what you feel.
About giving your experiences
the reverence they deserve.
Some things ask for a moment.
Some things ask for years.
There is no shame
in holding what is unresolved.
There is only truth.
“Let it go”
has become the anthem of avoidance,
a performance of healing
by those not yet ready
to sit with their own depths.
We don’t have to play that game.
We let it in.
We let it through.
We let it stay
until it is finished speaking.
Until what it carries
naturally begins to change.
Because growth is not forced.
Transformation ripens.
We write our story
by living it fully,
not by abandoning chapters
before they’ve found their meaning.
You are not behind.
You are not stuck.
You are the sign
you have been waiting for
Copyright © Bella Bantjes | Year Posted 2025
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Bella Bantjes Poem
I don't believe in love anymore,
I don't believe in romance and staying
I believe in eyes that hold deceit
and fingertips that trace my skin like tongues full of critique.
I believe in the fire of lust and coveting a trusting heart to conquer
I believe in shifting loyalties and fading desires but more so,
I don't believe in love any longer.
Copyright © Bella Bantjes | Year Posted 2025
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Bella Bantjes Poem
As I escape the red lights
I see the crescent moon fading behind the clouds,
just as I thought I was left in utter darkness,
I look to my side and see a beautiful dim light shining.
A fragile light with thin glass and tiny cracks that must be handled with caution and care,
a light that can break at any moment....
this light will shine bright again.
Copyright © Bella Bantjes | Year Posted 2025
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Bella Bantjes Poem
Seems like all I could see was the struggle,
haunted by ghosts that live in my past.
Bound up in shackles of all my failures that I'm being reminded of,
wondering how long it's gonna last.
Then YOU look at this prisoner and say to me,
"Child stop fighting a fight that's already been won".
Now I am redeemed and YOU set me free.
So I'll shake off these heavy chains
and wipe away every stain
and know that I'm not who I used to be.
This is ME.
Copyright © Bella Bantjes | Year Posted 2025
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Bella Bantjes Poem
Time hit me differently,
but don’t pretend you changed.
Wanting me became useless
when every excuse finally ran dry.
Every sacrifice stole my hours,
piece by piece,
until time itself became a debt
you never intended to repay.
Believe me,
I didn’t look back.
I left with my pride intact.
I walked away from everything
you killed inside me.
I left you behind.
You tried to keep me small,
pressed down beneath your weight,
mistaking my patience
for something you could own.
But now I know better.
You will not break me again.
I still carry your secrets.
I know the shape of your worst mistakes.
You played with my weakness,
stripped me of my strength,
and called it love.
One day you’ll see this clearly,
not rewritten, not softened,
exactly as it was.
Go on, replay every memory,
because that's all that’s left of us.
Copyright © Bella Bantjes | Year Posted 2025
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Bella Bantjes Poem
What if it’s only a nervous breakdown if you bottleneck and bury the emotions that are trying to come through you?
That’s what causes the breakdown.
The resistance to what is,
the stopping of the process before it has an opportunity to move toward realization and resolution. What if something beautiful is actually happening within you,
something that wants to heal and move into full authenticity?
What if this is not a nervous breakdown,
but a nervous break-through,
a profound emotional cleansing,
a dissolution of the false structures that have ruled your life,
a breaking through to a more authentic state of being?
Copyright © Bella Bantjes | Year Posted 2025
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Bella Bantjes Poem
It’s best to be broken in a conscious way,
and then be taught
how to work with the aftermath of a broken heart,
than wait for life to teach you in its own ruthless way.
And no,
it’s not because we have personally screwed up.
It’s because life is relentlessly committed to our own awakening.
Relentlessly breaking us
so we can love more.
Copyright © Bella Bantjes | Year Posted 2025
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Bella Bantjes Poem
Patience visited me
And it reminded me
That good things take time to come to fruition
And grow slowly with stability
Peace visited me
And it reminded me
That I may remain calm through the storms of life
Regardless of the chaos surrounding me
Hope visited me
And it reminded me
That better times lay ahead
And it would always be there to guide and uplift me
Humility visited me
And it reminded me
That I may achieve it
Not by trying to shrink myself and make myself less
But by focusing on serving the world and uplifting those around me
Kindness visited me
And it reminded me
To be more gentle, forgiving and compassionate toward myself
And those surrounding me
Confidence visited me
And it reminded me
To not conceal or suppress my gifts and talents
In order to make others feel more comfortable
But to embrace what makes me me
Focus visited me
And it reminded me
That other people’s insecurities and judgements about me
Are not my problem
And I should redirect my attention
From others back to me
Freedom visited me
And it reminded me
That no one has control over my mindset, thoughts and wellbeing
But me
And love visited me
And it reminded me
That I need not search for it in others
As it lies within me.
Copyright © Bella Bantjes | Year Posted 2025
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Bella Bantjes Poem
You move through the world
like a quiet kind of storm,
long dark curls tracing constellations
down your back in every form,
ice blue eyes that quiet the noise inside my chest,
a steady presence of warmth,
soft enough to heal and real enough to fully invest.
Your hands...
The architect of skin,
carrying the quiet weight of battles survived,
etched deep within.
They were made to create and to mend,
to comfort my fears and hold on till the end.
There is a softness in you,
moving gently through my shadows,
filling all the cracked hollows,
rewriting my dark into shades of day,
asking nothing and choosing to stay.
You’re wit and fire,
silly and sharp,
funny enough to disarm me,
sassy enough to spark.
Clever enough to read every sign,
catching the words I never give voice to,
hidden between every line.
You love hard,
care deep,
a kindness the world didn’t teach you to keep.
Strength wrapped in tenderness,
steady and true,
the kind power that carries the ones you love through.
Your scent on my wrist
makes distance feel untrue,
folding the world smaller
till there’s only me and you.
I love you,
soft as a truth meant to stay,
not loud, not rushed,
just me choosing you,
again and again, every day.
Copyright © Bella Bantjes | Year Posted 2025
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Bella Bantjes Poem
Nobody talks about this.
Nobody talks about after you finally heal from a traumatizing relationship.
When you have taken the time to concentrate on yourself and you are finally in a place where you're done healing and you are ready to step out into the dating world again, it's nearly impossible to find someone because you see the red flags in everybody.
You see so many things you're not willing to compromise with because you actually trust your intuition.
You can see when things are an issue with people, and you know you won't be able to get over it later on in that relationship.
So you don't allow your feelings to get in the way of logic and just cut it off before it even gets to that point.
Then you realize how many people aren't actually working on themselves and are just seeking a shallow connection.
They aren't even looking to improve themselves as a partner in a relationship, and they think their perfectly fine the way they are.
So there's no room to grow into a relationship together because they are already set in their ways.
It's a little exhausting at times because you also feel lonely during all of this and that sadness can take a toll on you but you have to remember one thing .....
It's better to be single with high standards than in a relationship settling for less.
Copyright © Bella Bantjes | Year Posted 2025
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