Poetry

I’m trying

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So hard to hide and not get involved with the things that seem to rock the boat.

A boat that has been kept afloat barely for the last couple of months.

But every time you turn around, something new pops up like a snake in the night looking for new prey.

I received all the bites, but I keep going as those around me keep getting screwed over, and villains have no care in the world.

As if karma isn’t lurking in the corner waiting to strike and light up this boat that’s already filled with no hope of making it to shore.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Published by mywords2228

Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.

2 thoughts on “I’m trying”

  1. Tobby Stalin – Indonesia – Hey there! I’m Tobby Stalin — a printer technician with over 10 years of experience fixing driver errors and hardware issues. I help users on both Windows and macOS get their printers back on track without the headache. My motto? “Printer problems shouldn’t mess up your day — most of them can be solved in minutes if you know what to do.” Need a hand? Reach out on LinkedIn or drop me an email at tobbystalin@printertest.org. Always happy to help!
    Printer Drivers says:

    Do not dare to try will continue to be shackled by fear

  2. cm writes – Joplin, MO – A lifelong desire of mine has been to write. As a child, I wrote, even though it needed some pizzazz; my abilities were very limited, as you can imagine. Every person has much to learn, and I did that along the road to adulthood. I sure wish I kept them so I could use them for other posts. Fool that I am, I destroyed them. There was a time in my life when the road stretched out for miles, and I followed it from behind the wheel of a truck. Truck driving is not just holding a steering wheel and watching the lines on the highway pass beneath you. It is discipline. It is endurance. It is learning to be alone with your thoughts while the world moves around you. It is early mornings, long days, unfamiliar places, and the quiet strength it takes to keep going when the road feels endless. When I drove a truck, I learned more than how to handle a rig. I learned how to pay attention. I watched the sky change over open highways. I saw towns wake up before most people were out of bed. I learned the rhythm of movement, the weight of responsibility, and the importance of staying steady no matter the conditions. That part of my life shaped me. It taught me independence. It taught me courage. It taught me I could enter spaces where I wasn't always expected or welcomed and still feel I belonged. Every mile carried a lesson. Every trip required focus. Every road demanded respect. Now, instead of carrying swinging meat or boxed goods, I carry stories. The same woman who once watched the highway unfold through a windshield now looks back through memory, reflection, and truth. Writing has become another kind of journey. It is quieter, but not always easier. It asks me to travel inward, to revisit the roads I once walked, the storms I survived, and the strength I found along the way. Truck driving gave me miles. Writing gives those miles meaning. Both require courage. Both require honesty. Both require the willingness to keep moving forward, even when the way ahead is not clear. I may no longer be behind the wheel of a truck, but the road is still part of me. It lives in how I tell my stories, how I remember the woman I was, and how I keep going. From truck driving to telling stories, my journey has never really stopped. It has only changed direction.
    Colette Merrill says:

    “I’m trying” just struck me like a lightning bolt, entering the crown of my head and exiting out my heart. It’s left me weak and I am like; “this boat that’s already filled with no hope of making it to shore.”

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