Poetry

Staring at

The blank screen is wishing for words to jump onto the screen so I can feel productive.

I am trying to find something more interesting than my lack of creativity.

But my lack of sleep isn’t helping me as my eyes start wandering around the room.

And just as I’m about to give up, I pop in my headphones and let music drain the feeling of uncertainty creeping up on me.

Another day passed by with no words for me to spare or share.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I had

a strong voice

No, I have a strong voice, and it went quiet when there was just too much to say and yet no way to say it right.

A voice that wants to be heard loved, and so much more than just a voice, for it, knows only time will tell if someone else will come along and replace it.

At times can be hard being a voice when you’re the one delivering the message, and if you are not too clear, things could go wrong.

Your what we go to when we want to hear more and when we have nothing going on. And that’s okay, for I have so much to share and when I’m all said and done, please let me rest in peace.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I’m too much

in my head as the world goes by and I get loss in the little things happening around me right now.

That I don’t see the good things trying to make life better for me and trying to push pass all the walls I’ve put up.

And as one good thing gets through, the darkest sky turns lighter, and the cold and wet weather doesn’t affect my mood anymore.

As so today I will not be too much for myself but I will be just enough and everything around me will be clearer because I put my fear aside and I did me and the result of building myself up was for this day.

When I could be feeling weak and tired and hide away from the world and accept the things they say I should, but you see, I’ve never liked rules that make me feel so closed off.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

To say

Or not to say is what I struggle with each day.

I know I am strong enough to get through so much more.

And I hope, and I pray that I can say the right thing and not let my anger get the best of me.

You seem to want to take matters into your own hands, and you are determined to be the best and make everything about you instead of working together and making us all look good.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

If only

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I had left early. This light from the clock wouldn’t be my only source on this dark lonely night.

As I get closer to my home, I wonder where all the time went.

Did I waste my time again? And that is why I never seem to have enough of it.

I hope one day I will give myself enough time to appreciate the time I have in this world because before it is too late.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes