Poetry

The rain

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Was pouring down so hard that night.

I thought no one would be foolish enough to still come out.

But there you were, lurking in the shadows with a bag in your hand.

You were waiting to get some candy as you came out of the darkness.

I almost screamed but saw it was only a kid with his mom.

Trick or treating in the rain, she made a promise and kept it even though she was miserable.

Maybe next year, she will plan differently so that she and her son can both be happy and warm.

With a couple of chocolates or gummy bears to warm their tastebuds and their tummies as Halloween slowly comes to an end

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Rise up

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Like a wave in the sea only to come crashing down.

But that crash isn’t seen as bad thing because I will rise again.

And maybe next time, it won’t be as messy, and when I’m done, the sun will be out, shining down on me.

Showing me I have so much more to live for, and no matter what, I can accomplish it all.

And there will be falls, but thats just the way life is, and I’ll take the good and the bad and rise as high as I can and show myself I am capable of feeling and expressing myself.

Like a wave, I will rise again and again, more determined than before, to prove I can do more.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

To be

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Tired

Wore down

Speechless

Frustrated

Overreacting

Freeze in time with no reaction at all until common sense kicks in.

To be unconcerned or bothered by it all can be judgment itself.

But wait a minute, what are you being called?

Waste of time or Laziness, annoyance was that the words being thrown behind your back.

Or at your face, I don’t even know anymore as the words and hate all blend the same No safe place to breathe or believe, as your words can be twisted and seen in so many ways.

Sometimes you wonder if it is worth being heard and seen.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Your not here

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But I am

And what does that mean

Does it mean anything

Or does that mean I have so much left to do

And will I waste the opportunity you gave me and run out of time?

Should you have given me so many chances, my friend

Or should you have given up on me like everyone else?

Who am I now that you are gone

Will I ever know, even as I make a name for myself

I know it won’t be the same if you were the only one rooting for me!

You knew when I was good and when I was okay was just a lie to get by in this world.

You not here, but I know now you never wanted me to end up like you.

And every day, I will fight my demons to make you proud, my friend.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Every night I

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Will go to the bench and talk to you.

And every night, I get no answers back for you are no longer here.

But I met you here, my quiet soul, so shy and afraid of the world around you.

Surprised you made it out this far when you feared everything around you.

But one night when the moon was full, and you had come out late by yourself.

You fell into the water as you heard someone call your name.

At least that is what you said when I jumped in, and l pulled you out.

But now you are gone, and I sit outside on our bench, wishing I could hear about your day and listen to you all night long.

But I will never know what happened to you that day as the water doesn’t whisper to me like it did to you.

Miss you, my friend.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Uncategorized

Happy

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Birthday to me!

I can honestly say today will be a good day, for I am blessed to have woken up to see this day.

I am happy to be me, and as I reflect on how much I’ve grown this year.

I can’t help but smile even though there have been struggles.

I look forward to many more excellent moments as I walk into today!

Poetry

She

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Once fit in with the rest of the world.

But she soon realized there was more fun to be.

So she danced to the powder and brought color to the world that had been so dull for so long.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Book Reviews/Praise, Writing Fiction

It’s been

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Over a year since I published my first book, and that was an incredible journey. And since then, I’ve been writing, and I’m proud to announce I’ve published my second book this time. It’s a fiction book.
The Curse of Wayward Forest, and I wanted to share it with you all today. I would love your support. Here’s the blurb and cover of the book. The link is below e-book is currently on sale for $0.99.

Beware the curse of the white oaks…

Born of Native American heritage, Dawn Young learns that the supernatural is real, and her family plays a big part in dealing with the things that go bump in the night. She’s a friendly green witch, and things are fantastic… until she learns of the curse of the White Oak Trees.

Yes, her hometown is cursed.

She can only save herself and her town when she discovers that she is the curse’s next target! But Dawn doesn’t want to be the chosen one—she just wants to do ordinary teenage girl things like hanging out with her friends and photographing nature. With the help of her supernatural family, though, she might just stand a chance if everyone works together.

As time runs out for the curse to exact its toll, will she find a way to end the cycle for good, or will she become its next victim?

Read now for an exciting coming-of-age fantasy story with plenty of adventure, discovery, and mystery. Both children and adults will enjoy this supernatural tale so good it just might give you goosebumps.

I hope everyone has a blessed day!

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Poetry

To not

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Be afraid to show all my cards

To move forward when all I want is to return to that person who didn’t have anything on her plate.

But now having this drive has only made me push forward in my life.

Being who I used to be and being who I am now feels so much better.

Even in the moments when fear and old triggers come up.

And all I want to do is paint away the truth, the ugly moments.

Hide behind the smiles and the jokes when the tears and pain threaten to come up.

But I refuse to be anything but me, and now the walls are fading away, and I’m here to stay.

Vulnerable and all.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes