Poetry

Where

did all the passion go as I sit looking down at my phone for words to come.

Or as I sit down looking at a blank piece of paper holding on to a pencil wishing my hand would move and the paper would be full of beautiful words.

Yet, even then nothing comes and so the lack of inspiration continues as I hope the words come soon.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Oh how

I’ve locked in box for days.

With no way out and no words to save me. 

Day and night I fought to find something to say 

to find something to connect to. 

Yet, all I felt was nothing but the pain of the words that should have been there. 

I couldn’t even search for them for I felt so weak and hopeless in a time that felt like it was all just going to disappear. 

My happy moments were not around as everything felt so numb and the answer to my questions were far from found. 

Nothing made sense and everyday and everything felt like a drag and the reason for me to keep pushing on felt like I was fighting myself for some peace. 

Then in one moment it all went away and the light finally shined through the maze I had been walking through for days and my hope and faith were restored along with the strength to keep fighting. 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

The

words keep going on even when you are gone.

Like a light left gone at night when you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

You are like a song everything that has or will be said will be remembered and memorized until something else comes along and replaces it.

To feel like the weight of what you are is crushing me sometimes would be an understatement.

The feeling of you words is like a hand that keeps choking you only to give you a little bit of time to catch your breath before the process starts up all over again.

You are my weakness and yet I have no desire to go near you right now even if I know seeing you won’t be the end of me now.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Remember

when we first met 

two people just trying to get through the day not  trying to make a friend. 

Then we shared a laugh and from then we became so close and connected. 

And there was no doubt in my mind that we would continue to be there for each other and we were.

There wasn’t a moment that I didn’t share with you and so you became more than a friend to me but you became another sister to me and looking out for you came second nature to me. 

So many moments spent together it was like life was good and we were riding on success with only little bumps here and there. 

And now we spend more time apart and the hole you left behind is small but it feels like I’m losing more oxygen everyday that it is left open. 

But, some how I stumble through life with a purpose and even though you are not a main part of my life anymore I am still working hard to do what I need and want to do. 

Maybe one day that hole will close up with either us talking again or me finally just letting go and appreciating the moments and lessons we learned together my sister. 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Every

little thing feels like a brick in my way.

Nothing going right as the week comes to an end.

No words seem to making much sense when it comes to what I really want to say.

So every little thing that is written out feel like I have come up with the message I want to say.

Everything feels like only half of me is focusing on the words that are flying through my  mind right now.

So many moments and words feel like they have been wasted.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

It’s

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been awhile where I’ve been able to sit down and have a good spread of food in front of me. 

The urge to rush through a meal is not there today and it feels refreshing and relaxing to have not much on my plate today. 

Tomorrow and the next day will be the same and I won’t rush off to do much when I know the time will hold up longer since the ability to do more is not as strong as it was during the week. 

To eat some now and be able to come back later and finish the rest without worrying I have forgotten and it has been days before I look again. 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Who

was I to think this day would not come.

To think I wouldn’t get past this point in my life.

It feels like a great wind has blown through my life and has finally thrown out the bad things in my life.

I am feeling so brand new that I wouldn’t even notice those that put me down even if  they walked up to me and said hello.

My eyes and mind see the truth now and the freedom that comes with it feels like experiencing the best moments of your life over and over again with no worries of everything falling apart.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

We’re

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Always in motion with no hope of slowing down, always something to do or something to get stuck on.

You try to focus but everything is moving around you at the speed of light with no hope of slowing down and I know what it’s like to feel like everyone is going somewhere.

Yet, your stuck in this spot with no hope of getting away from this place or people insight and it’s bad enough your faith is tested more than you want it to be. And  yet you don’t give up no matter how hard it is.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Movement

Poetry

Blinded

by the life in front of me.

That I can’t see what is really going on around me.

I am missing out on the blessing that I could receive for I am so focus on the now and how miserable it can  be.

And not focus on the things that have been given to me and how they can help me get through this moment.

That may only last a second or minute or longer but, it is not my time to be sad or angry but to embrace it for what it is.

A new look on the way I had been going and now its hope to go there but to also branch off and out to newer and different places.

For if I don’t go and enjoy the moments now then I will forever miss out on the moment that could have really shaped my life sooner rather than later in a different way or not at all.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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