Poetry

I know

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that things will be different now and I’m trying to be strong through all the changes.

But, all I feel is this great weight on my shoulders and I didn’t ask for this and all I can do is walk with my head up and hope I carry it all on my own.

Or I can let it drop and move on and not feel guilt that this thing I didn’t wait is left for someone else to pick up.

I know my limits but, lately it’s like to others my limits don’t matter for they just don’t want to do certain things themselves and so they hope I will do it for them.

I know you dont’ expect this from me and so that’s fine when you are in shock and realizing your back up plan is no more.

I know that I feel free and no weights are weighing me down anymore and I know you may look at me differently but, I never signed up saying I’d be your yes girl.

So no I don’t have time for you now and I’ll let you know when I do.

 

 

 

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.

1 thought on “I know”

  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; but as a child, 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 us them for other posts. Fool that I am, I destroyed them. There were diaries through childhood abuse, tossed out. I guess that they served their purpose. Diaries I also kept through 2 abusive marriages and where are they now? They have all been destroyed, but yet I love to write. I guess that I didn't see any reason to keep them at the time, but as I write now, I can see the true value of them, precious. Here it is, the year 2025, and I stand transformed—a woman who has found her own voice and risen above the events that once shaped her. They have not defined me; instead, they became the ground from which my voice has finally risen. I have written six books. Had I clung to those diaries, I might have remained in the memories, circling them endlessly. But I did not stay there. I rose from them, and in rising, I found my voice at last.
    cm writes says:

    We all have a heavy weight we carry at one time or another, but we don’t but we don’t need to be bowed down with that weight. There is some one that is far stronger than we are. He will carry it for us always. Just give it to Him, and don’t take it back. [[[HUGS]]]

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