Poetry

To be

Out in the cold with you is the only thing I enjoy these days.

For I’m tired of the cold, but I know you will keep me warm

as we snuggle up to the fire and watch a movie as it comes down outside.

Whether it’s cold out, I know that I can always count on seeing your smile warm up my day and brighten my soul.

Restless no matter how much I sleep, for there is so much for me to do and not enough time to do it.

You always calm me down on my most stressful days.

You are my seasonal warmth, and I know winter will pass, but you will stay for the long haul.

I know you got me such a love to fight for day and night, so to complain would be wasting time and energy we could be using even if our plans keep changing.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Just another

day out in the snow

wondering when it will stop.

Knowing things will be rough out there on the roads.

But that you can get through it no matter what.

You feel at peace as the pure white snow falls from the sky and covers everything insight.

Leaving nothing but white cold snow laying around, and even though it has stopped, the wind still blows it here and there.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

What does

One do when they have lost their voice

To understand the words in front of you.

And to not just understand the words but feel the meaning behind them too.

And to accept that each meaning has to be shared and expressed.

And that there is no easy way out of this situation.

We have become one rather we know it or accept it.

For what once was a simple life is more complicated than we imagined.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

If I

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reached for you

would you reach back and help me along the way.

Or would you pull back and walk away.

I don’t know if I can take that chance, and you let me fall again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Breaking out

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of my shell as I become more of myself this year.

I am finding my confidence and my strength to stand out and not blend in.

For I have more

To say than I have ever wanted to, as this is the year to face it all with no need to hold back anymore.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Snow

As if you haven’t visited us enough already.

Sorry but your eviction notice has been served and I would love not to see you again.

So goodbye snow as the temperatures go up and evening comes and you melt away.

Out of sight again until the next round of winter blows our way.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

To accept

That this is the life I’m supposed to have

Sometimes can be hard to carry with me all the time.

For it’s not just the color of my skin that makes me a target.

But being different makes it hard too.

I realize that I love being a black woman, and the history of what we have accomplished is impressive.

But does that make us accept that we, too, should live a life of being humble?

And not be too proud that we change who we are to fit in among the crowd.

When do we just accept that we are apart of this race and that we don’t have to act a sure way to fit in.

And even if that is the case.

The truth is God made you the way you are, and I have come too far to let others tell me otherwise.

I respect those who came before and used who they were to make a difference, so we all can have a dream.

So I accept who I am and what I stand for, for I know my words and actions will be different.

For I have so many resources to look to, but I won’t change to be accepted by others when there is a higher power to them.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes