Poetry

One day

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away from this month to over and the month of the pumpkins to begin.

Where you can design and dress up your pumpkin any way you want.

You can drink and eat anything with pumpkin in it if that’s your thing.

Or you can avoid it at all costs and live your life as an apple person.

You look forward to apple cider and all other things nice as the weather becomes colder and you want to stay warm.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Trying

To figure it all out while the countdown begins.

Did I sign myself up for too much, or am I capable of stepping up this time?

Why is doubt consistently winning when self-love could be?

What am I afraid of this time, and will I ever be strong enough for the first time?

I will find out as I step out on another adventure soon.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Wrote

It out and then sabotages it as I lay in bed, letting my alarm go off.

Everything for today crumbles in front of me.

What did I accomplish today?

Three out of eight things

Not sure why I did this to myself

I guess that’s what happens when I hope for too much.

Or I think I can do it all if I write it down.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Pushing

Because so much is expected of me. What happens when I fail, and there is no return to how it used to be?

And I don’t want to go back in time and make things right.

For what will that serve?

I was meant to fall and stay down for a while so that I could see I wasn’t on the right path.

I was losing myself more and more each day, and my answer to things barely scratched the surface of who I was.

The road was endless, and the feeling of being tired and overwhelmed.

It was all I felt like nothing could get done, and I was going in circles.

Until the time ran out, there was nothing to show or tell.

And no excuses as to why things were all over the place.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Sometimes

It’s hard to see what’s right in front of me.

When there is so much more out there, I think I need to see it.

She is jumping to one thing, then another, with no regard for the broken promises left behind.

Maybe one day they will get accomplished, but they are forgotten in a dusty corner for now.

Maybe to be found right before the new year comes, as September ends soon.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes