Poetry

I find

it hard to find balance 

when each step is like standing on a balancing beam.

one wrong step and I’m falling and starting all over again. 

I know that failure happens but, right now I’m no a limited amount of time 

and I don’t have time or the energy to keep trying. 

I must get through this now or the next time around or my time will be up. 

I’m stepping in the right directions in the hope of discovering the truth to finally put it all to rest. 

I don’t need to look at my watch to know time is going by quicker than I can come up with the words that are needed to be said right now. 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

How did

it all come to this.

This quite that surrounds me with so much peace.

Lately things have been passing me by as I stay in one spot barely enjoying this life that was given to me. 

The coldness that creeps in every morning and stays longer than it should. 

It makes everything that seem important as you just want to climb back under your sheets and go back to sleep. 

It makes you want to hold a hot cup of apple cider or hot chocolate or even coffee in your hands all day long just keep the warmth close to you. 

There is no going back the quiet is around and the coldness is staying too and things will and should get interesting from here on out. 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

You are

my everything 

my greatest moments 

worth the time it takes to get ready. 

You are the realize I don’t give up 

and I choose to continue on even when the struggle keeps going on and on. 

I have faith that you will deliver me through it all and when I come out on the other side things will be better. 

I accept who I am and love myself for all that I am and all that I will become soon. 

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Help me

100 Word Wednesday: Week 92

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Photo by Alex Iby

from the coldness of the blood color water I stretch out my hands in hope that someone will see me and will come and help me.

But, the water is getting colder by the minute and I don’t know how much longer I can wait for someone to come. 

Today wasn’t suppose to be like this but, I decided to go to beach to see the rare sight of red water and red sky it was supposed to be a great experience and not end with me overboard and alone. 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Help me!

Poetry

Always

putting my best foot forward 

only to have it stepped on continuously. 

Soon there is this cloud called darkness following me around and it rains on all the good that I do. 

I try so hard to not go dark when things become rough and tough. 

I don’t want to step away from the warmth of the light shining on me but, how much more can I take of this darkness before it swallows me whole. 

I know that I am strong and this too will pass but it’s been going on for months I just don’t see the light at the end of the tunnel like I used too.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Today

I will stop trying to make this work 

It’s been a long battle and I’m sad to say 

I’m done fighting it. 

I know things will change from now on

but now I feel like I need to be in the background as this storm hits. 

I don’t need to stand in front anymore for I am no longer the leader. 

I will finally get to relax and just let it all fall to the ground and let the wind carry it 

all to a new direction and place. 

It’s time to say goodbye to the past and let the present lead the way. 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

In the dark

Three Line Tales, Week 141

three line tales, week 141: a face covered in neon-coloured splatters

photo by Joey Nicotra via Unsplash

 

In the dark you will see the mess that I am, the mess that I hide because everyone is expecting so much from me.

The mess that doesn’t seem to go away no matter how hard I work to clean it up and make things right. 

I know that this mess is not just my own doing and it will take time to clean up but, once it’s done I hope it can continue this way for a long time coming.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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In the dark!

Poetry

Running

From my mistakes

From my problems.

From the things I seem to always have to fix.

But, in all reality, I can’t run away from these things.

For the end result is they will always

having control of me

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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