Poetry

Snow

Week 157 of Three Line Tales.tltweek157

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You have come and gone, yet you seem to think you are wanted back again with everything being below zero and it’s not safe to be outside for very long or at all.

There you are a bird waiting for the storm to pass but, knowing it’s getting too cold for you to stay here watching the snow fall down and down.

You know your time to fly on will come soon and I hope it comes before it is too late for you because, this storm is no joke.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Snow

Poetry

I’ve

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finally let it all go because I can’t change you

or the situation but, I do know that I’m not planning to stick around for long.

To lose ones self in a place that sucks you dry and spits you out as if you deserve what has been thrown your way.

You feel like your on the edge of falling and just when you have hope that you can come back from this, they pile more crap on you until you break under pressure.

Letting it go feels freeing and I’m not going back to the stress but, until I let it all go I will not ever truly have the peace and respect I deserve.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

I can’t

seem to defrost my mind as the cold air hits me from every side.

The snow won’t stop coming and the desire to not go out is so strong.

I feel like there has to be a way to not have to deal with the cold right now but, all the flights are cancelled.

So here I am sitting inside waiting out the storm I don’t want to bother or deal with right now.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

It feels

like something’s have come to their dead-end.

There is no way to go backwards in this friendship.

And there is no room to go forward and build on the now

for there hasn’t been a now since we stopped talking so much.

We just live our lives one day at a time and once in a while you pop up on my mind and I reach out but even that little of time doesn’t show how much we still care about each other.

Not knowing when or how it will end makes me feel sad but, I still have to live the live that was given to me so I don’t have time to sit and wonder the what if’s.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Your

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is pure and so full of goodness that I almost forget your human too.

You care even after all the wrong has been thrown your way.

You still hold on even though you realize no one else would and still you stand strong by their side.

You have your moments but, you don’t want to keep feeding the fire and so you turn away from those that are just purely wrong but lashes out at others because they feel they can.

They choose to be something you won’t tolerate for the long haul, you’re looking for away from this evil that tries to turn you towards their way.

But, you know and you see there is no good going down that path and in the end you know what will become of that person but you won’t fall down with them.

You’ve tried to help them the best that you can but, they keep slapping your hand away and doing everything on their own.

You are polite to them and try to not let them get to you even though you want to say something so bad, even you know the battle is not worth fighting.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

If I

want to overcome the things that feel like I’m chained to and at the moment I am feeling too weighted down to move forward.

First I must know what I am fighting against.

Secondly I must be willing to give it all that I have and more.

Thirdly I must care what weakness I saw because that flaw will help me not just get through it but truly heal from it when I am done.

The wound that will come open will close beautifully and there will be no more doubt in my mind that I can get through it if I just believe and have faith that God is holding my hand through it all .

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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