Month: August 2022

Poetry

She lays

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Her head down to sleep and all the things that felt so tiring today, she is no more as she quickly closes her eyes and sleeps.

Not just any kind of sleep but a deep one as if she had overdone herself today.

But she woke up feeling weak to her very bones, and it drained her that every task was a little harder to do.

But then she felt a little better, only for it to be time to sleep again.

How funny time can be so slow and then speed up, and the once light streets outside are now so dark and abandoned as everyone has gone inside to sleep.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Living

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In distraction to hide that life isn’t always great.

I am facing the truth even when denial feels so much safer.

Knowing this is only temporary doesn’t make it feel better.

My decisions matter, and yet my mistakes seem to stand out more.

How can I judge when the grass isn’t greener on my side either?

One day our stories will change, and we will grow from life, but right now, it feels like a different path.

But the past is still present, and the present is still held back by doubt and uncertainties.

Only time will tell of the tale will change at all.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Sorry

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Or maybe I’m not sorry for being myself

But I am sorry if something I’ve said or did trigger you.

I know we all have a past, and those memories haunt us even if we let them go years ago.

But all it takes is that one word to set us off, and I’m sorry if I did that to you.

Seeing you in pain has never been my goal, for I Rather see you smile at me and feel the joy in this place.

So that life can be much more for you because I know the road isn’t always so dark.

So let us walk in the light and let go of the grudges and the past hurt because the feeling of just not caring about it anymore is freeing.

For I am not that person to avoid being heard anymore, too scared to read because I can’t sound out the words, or that girl no one thinks wants the same things as them because I look different and I’m not looking desperate on the outside.

But maybe I felt the same inside and kept it all to myself like a bottle. I was so tight that nothing could sink out, and I was okay with that.

But now I’m not, and here I am with my cap off and nothing holding me back as the words flow from me like a beautiful waterfall that works hard not to dry up so people can keep showing up for so many to see her.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

No one

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It warned me that life would be hard sometimes and that the tears keep flowing.

Like an unlimited River down my face when I’m too tired to say words.

And when I become too tired but still have so much to say that I have to get out.

That paper sometimes becomes not enough as I fill all the blank space with words of frustration and joy and whatever else I may feel.

Because sometimes I have so much to say and no one to say it to, the paper gets my words and my time.

Life can be so much more than I thought it could be, and sometimes it burns through me in a way that I’m energized to the max.

While other times it feels like I’m on my last battery life, and no matter how much I try to recharge, it feels like my wires are broken.

And I don’t know if I can do much but lay here and listen to song after song.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Stuck

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In life, decisions

on knowing who I am, knowing what to do when more than one change comes my way

, accepting that I am enough

Being tired and getting some rest but getting back up and trying again until I am no longer stuck.

It is hard because I can become unstuck and be all in, only to get stuck again on something else.

And that is just the way life is, but I wouldn’t trade in my best days just to never be stuck again.

Because the most challenging days always make the best moments, and my strength in my faith grows.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Today could

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Be different, though. It feels the same.

As I sit here watching different people talk and wonder why didn’t I know this and what I will do now.

Will I make some changes, or will all the words I wrote collect dust.

If I keep ignoring the signs, I will always be stuck at the turn. Wishing there was more I could do.

Wishing you would have said more to me and not. I know you never cared.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Rain

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Thunder storms

Day after day, the rain plows down, washing away all the toxic things from my life.

And I start new again after every storm. It’s like a lovely day with just the right amount of breeze.

That you stay outside most of the day enjoying nature and its beauty.

It made you realize all the small and big things that happened to make your life so simply calm.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

As I close

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My eyes will I see what I’m meant to see.

Or will I see a world I don’t belong to?

A world where I may not be me, but I have a story to tell.

But right when things get good, I’m pulled out and back to reality.

A reality that reflects who I am and how I see myself and others.

A place that can be positive or negative, but balance is always on the edge of things.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes