Poetry

A master

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Of all words

A storyteller that enslaved you with my words so that you couldn’t stop reading my work.

At five, to be a writer was cute stories and the possibility to create without fear of rejection.

Now the most significant criticism is me as I feel each piece out as if each piece steals a part of me each time I lay down a word or line.

Sometimes I drain myself like a well that seems bottomless and helpless.

But I always recharge and find my way back to the words that sell my soul and make me a writer to this day.

Poetry

Something has

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Changed within me and I’m not sure how to feel right now.

I am torn between falling apart and putting up my walls to protect myself from the strange things happening around me.

I can’t fall back into my old ways, but I can’t keep saying yes to all the new things that sound too good to be true, either.

So here I stand, trying to be firm but not sure what to do about anything at this time.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

If only

How often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals?

If only I had said no to the things I knew would pile on more stress which allowed my dreams to feel more hollow and empty.

And in the end, all it did was make me question myself and if I was meant to do this or am I being naive to keep going forward.

Saying no and waiting for the right opportunity saved my dream and sanity.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I want

To get lost in my own words as the feelings I’ve bottled up in me erupt from me like a volcano.

I want but need to promulgate my work

But the shyness in me keeps pushing back as if my dreams and desires should just be kept hidden.

And the battle to come out and show up is endless, as the struggle to be known and seen is a fight for a front-row seat.

Or even better, to be on stage and be the one everyone’s eyes are on.

I want to say one day, but I know one day will end up not showing up because it’s a way I sabotage the things I deserve the most!

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Spring is here

And all I can think of is great weather and spending time with my best friend wearing our shades and getting some sun.

No more laying up as it gets warmer in the day.

Only thing that could damper her day is the rain.

This can be okay if you’re in the mood to play in it or you don’t mind a lazy day inside.

But this spring, I can feel myself blooming along with the flowers outside as I break out of my shell.

No hiding away this spring as the air is crisp and lovely so will I be as I walk into a new season of possibilities.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes