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Robbie Cheadle’s Review of Pieces of Me

About Robbie

Roberta has thirteen children’s books published in collaboration with her son, Michael, under the name Robbie Cheadle. She also has two poetry books and two books for young teenagers published under this name. Robbie is a member of the SCBWI South Africa and is registered as an author and an illustrator. You can find some of Robbie’s artworks here: https://www.robbiecheadle.co.za/art-gallery/. Robbie also contributes wildlife photographs to Unsplash for free use. You can find her photographs here: https://unsplash.com/@r_cheadle

You can follow Robbie at the links below

Website: https://www.robbiecheadle.co.za/

Blog: https://wordpress.com/view/robertawrites235681907.wordpress.com

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19631306.Roberta_Eaton_Cheadle

Twitter: https://twitter.com/RobertaEaton17

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/robertawrites/?modal=admin_todo_tour

Thank you very much Robbie for this wonderful review!

Thank you to anyone else who has bought a copy, your support means more than you know!

You can read the rest of Robbie’s Review on Amazon

https://www.amazon.com/gp/customer-reviews/R2D7HPDU4NZU5T/ref=cm_cr_dp_d_rvw_ttl?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B0DH3JKJMC

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Published on November 19, 2024 10:30

Poetry is not always Pretty

(Prologue from Pieces of Me)

Poetry is not always pretty.
Sometimes, it is angry and raw.
An open wound that still bleeds from countless wars.
Why cover with fancy metaphors that rhyme?
Poetry is not always pretty.
It should reflect
the stories of our lives
Why try to enhance it with “happy ever after” or
“once upon a time”?
Take your pretty poetry and place it in a book to sell.
I can only write as I feel.
My story is mine to tell.
Never for sympathy or rapturous applause,
only because I prefer not to use gauze.
So, I choose to write with flaws until restored.

Thank so much to anyone who has bought this Collection.

It was very important for me to tell my story and raise awareness of domestic abuse and I will continue to do so in whatever form I can now that I have a voice.

I am still on my healing journey, that takes as long as it takes.

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Published on November 17, 2024 08:15

Flowing

(written November 2024)

I am always moving, constantly changing,
like the seasons.
A fluttering leaf descending into the earth’s embrace
or a flower blooming in summer with grace.
In winter, I withdraw within its starkness until
I shine again in spring.
I absorb emotions deep into my core until they form roots.
Should they begin to constrict, I surrender before letting go.
I am in flow with the Universe and everything around me.

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Published on November 15, 2024 12:15

A Light of Hope

written in response to Sadje’s #WDYS

With blistered feet, they have walked for miles seeking peace.

Relief from the noise of the bombs, their bodies covered in ash.

Worn and weary, they enter a field of poppies.

The sweet scent of the flowers allows rest.

Into a deep slumber, they fall, awakening to a bright yellow orb.

The sun, a light of hope as the rest of the world stands silently in remembrance of past wars.

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Published on November 13, 2024 13:07

Lest we Forget

(first published on 11/11/23)

Today, the sun shines,
poppies grow in
remembrance of
a battle fought long ago.
Lest we forget the bloodshed.
When in Flanders Fields, so many
men lost their lives.
We shall remember them, those
who left their homes never to return.
Still, they drop bombs and rip
families apart.
Wars rage, a page in history
we did not turn.
As a crimson tide soaks the
ground from the past, nothing was
learned.

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Published on November 11, 2024 11:09

Shades of Autumn

(written September 2024)

Shades of autumn, a carpet of auburn
beneath my feet
as a plume of red descends, signalling
summer’s departure.
Shades of autumn as the trees release their leaves.
Nature’s reminder.
An aperture of hope to know that it is safe to let go.
For everything in life comes full circle.
To resist or cling only stagnates the universal flow.
In letting go, we surrender to what we already know.

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Published on November 09, 2024 08:41

Authentic

(written October 2024)

Garlands of sorrow have often hung from my neck.
Not with regret, only in times of reflection.
Introspection often plays a melancholy lament, while I
wear sackcloth and ashes,
stirring the embers of my mistakes,
apportioning blame to save myself from damnation.
In moments of weakness, we give parts of ourselves away
in a desperate attempt for acceptance.
Our worthiness must come from within.
A coat of adoration is a poor imitation
of having the courage
to show the world the bruises on our
souls we keep hidden.
Authenticity should always be our second skin.

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Published on November 06, 2024 09:15

Outstretched Arms

(written October 2024)

Outstretched arms seek an embrace as solace
for their pain.
A balm of warm hands.
Fingers to trace where it hurts the most.
Someone to withdraw the ice within,
not from lack of emotion but deprivation of touch and
scarred tissue still oozing.
Lack of trust.
Outstretched arms still healing, willing to put
fear aside with the hope of receiving one small
token of compassion, an embrace that says,
“everything will be alright”.

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Published on November 03, 2024 10:47

A Testament to my Strength

from Pieces of Me Part 3: I am (Becoming)

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From the depths of darkness, I rose.
My spirit was a burning flame,
the light within my soul.
Defiant against the storm that engulfed
me.
If I should encounter any more demons on
the roads I take, I shall face them with grace.
Faith in myself took me from hell to where I am now.
A testament to my strength and a coat of courage.
I wear it every day.
All I need is within me.

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Published on November 01, 2024 13:42