Poetry

Making my way

Through this path with my hips moving side to side as my hands touch the thorns that slice my hands and knees day and night.

No path of escaping because you pull me back on the chains call growing pains.

I know that this life may look good on the outside because maybe things are easier than what you face.

But unless you walk in my shoes how do you know what I say is all there is left to be said.

It is not my place to tell you all that happening around me because if he wanted you to know than you would be in control of my life.

You would know all the answers before I do and then I wouldn’t have to write this for you.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Another day

Another blessing, another opportunity to do so much more, and I know you saved me so as these blessings flow through me and around me.

I know as long as I’m close to you, everything will work out for me.

So grateful and full of love for you, my lord, as I celebrate the day you brought me into this world.

I know that the unknown will be something to wait for because the wait is worth it as long as you are by my side.

Today is just another example things will continue to get better no matter what the hell I have to walk through to get to your light and love.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Fandango’s Story Starter #17 ( whose in my house)

I heard a voice calling out my name from inside the house, and when I opened the door

I saw a mouse, and down the stairs, he went, but yet the voice continued to call my name from the kitchen now.

I didn’t know if closing the door and hiding under the bed or in the closet was still an option.

The voice seemed to be coming near the stairs now, but I heard no creeks from the floor as they got near.

Was the house worth fighting for?

No, I thought as I closed the door and grabbed my bag full of stuff I hadn’t yet put away from my weekend away.

But, just as I was about to jump from my window, my door swung open, and there stood my best friend, who I forgot was still in the house.

Since I decided to come home earlier than planned, and right on her shoulder was my parrot, sandy, who always calls my name but never hears her coming.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

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