Poetry

How can I

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put someone else in front of you

when all I keep doing is having dreams of you.

What do they mean when  I know the possibility of them becoming true is 100% not possible.

And I’m fine about that because you’re not on the table anymore and I can put whoever

I want above you and have them erase the memories of you so quickly.

I would be like you never exist to me and I’d be fine with that.

I have come around so much since you’ve been gone and I don’t doubt the things I do or say anymore.

No sadness always around me like a bad mood you just can’t shake after someone just ruined your sunny day.

I had those feelings for you but now I have those feelings for myself for I choose to love myself so when the right person comes around I will know who is worth my time.

And that I’m worth whoever comes my way but it’s always up to me if I want to explore the possibilities of it becoming more than it could be.

 

You were always my partner in crime

You were never scared of the things in this life.

That others feared like where would they end up in life

would they ever amount too much in the end.

You always knew that no matter what you end up during you would

do it to the best of your abilities.

You and I went on such great adventures that those memories will last

a lifetime for me.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

Published by mywords2228

Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.

3 thoughts on “How can I”

  1. cm writes – Joplin, MO – A lifelong desire of mine has been to write. As a child, I wrote, even though it needed some pizzazz; my abilities were very limited, as you can imagine. Every person has much to learn, and I did that along the road to adulthood. I sure wish I kept them so I could use them for other posts. Fool that I am, I destroyed them. There was a time in my life when the road stretched out for miles, and I followed it from behind the wheel of a truck. Truck driving is not just holding a steering wheel and watching the lines on the highway pass beneath you. It is discipline. It is endurance. It is learning to be alone with your thoughts while the world moves around you. It is early mornings, long days, unfamiliar places, and the quiet strength it takes to keep going when the road feels endless. When I drove a truck, I learned more than how to handle a rig. I learned how to pay attention. I watched the sky change over open highways. I saw towns wake up before most people were out of bed. I learned the rhythm of movement, the weight of responsibility, and the importance of staying steady no matter the conditions. That part of my life shaped me. It taught me independence. It taught me courage. It taught me I could enter spaces where I wasn't always expected or welcomed and still feel I belonged. Every mile carried a lesson. Every trip required focus. Every road demanded respect. Now, instead of carrying swinging meat or boxed goods, I carry stories. The same woman who once watched the highway unfold through a windshield now looks back through memory, reflection, and truth. Writing has become another kind of journey. It is quieter, but not always easier. It asks me to travel inward, to revisit the roads I once walked, the storms I survived, and the strength I found along the way. Truck driving gave me miles. Writing gives those miles meaning. Both require courage. Both require honesty. Both require the willingness to keep moving forward, even when the way ahead is not clear. I may no longer be behind the wheel of a truck, but the road is still part of me. It lives in how I tell my stories, how I remember the woman I was, and how I keep going. From truck driving to telling stories, my journey has never really stopped. It has only changed direction.
    cm writes says:

    Yes my dear, hang on to those great adventures. Believe me, they will become fond to you. There’s pain now, but with each passing day the pain will be less. This person obviously wasn’t worthy of you.

  2. Kunal Thakore – Bombay – Chose Chemical Engineering for an education, Design and Communication as a profession and now, writing as an avocation (may it take me where it will). Many interests, a few passions, many journeys to make...
    Kunal Thakore says:

    Fabulous, Deirdre!

    1. mywords2228 – Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.
      mywords2228 says:

      Thanks!

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