Poetry

Memories

Three Line Tales 272

three line tales, week 272: people riding a carousel

from my childhood flow through my mind as if it all happened yesterday and not so many years ago.

The memories of some good times and some bad times but they all had to happen and I know I am stronger because of them today.

No point in regretting the past as it was a lesson I needed to learn and to not forget because I don’t want to or need to make those mistakes again, for I want to be better and wiser.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Three Line Tales 272 | Only 100 Words

Poetry

Time

Something I often want to speed up

just to get through the day.

But when inspiration hits, that’s when time is so precious and you need to appreciate it.

Because once it’s gone you can’t get that back.

Time is something I try not to take for granted, for when I do I regret the things I missed out on.

But I realized it’s never too late to take the time today and do something great and let that live on for me.

I don’t want to leave anything unsaid anymore.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I don’t want

to get lost this time around as I strive to do the right thing for myself.

No, I don’t want to share this time around, and I have every right to say no to you as I fade deeper into my comfortable cave of one.

I know for you, things are different and I also know that doesn’t mean the way I am living isn’t right for me.

And that this path we have both been on is great for you and not so much for me anymore.

It doesn’t mean that we have to separate completely, just means that as we move forward, I will be in a different space than you.

And maybe it’s for the best, for we have always been different and same in so many ways, but the fact is I want to grow in a way that I don’t see you wanting to.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Just as

Quickly, as I leap for my goals and dreams, they seem to fade away in the blink of my eye.

Like pieces of paper, each dream blows away as the wind blows through and sometimes life tortures me and allows me to get close to grabbing those pieces, only to have it disappear just as my hand connects.

When will I be able to live these dreams and will they last longer than the things that ain’t my dreams?

Will I be able to make the leap towards what I want or will I keep fighting for something I don’t want just to get by and not think of the struggles of my life.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

What more can

I ask for during this time of unknown questions and answers?

Every day is new and I’m still seeking the missing pieces of my life.

Hoping I will start to live for myself and not just for the situation I’m in.

To wake up knowing something great and new is about to happen.

Because there is so much more going to happen for me.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes