Month: August 2025

And out of this place

I feel like I’m losing my mind

As I vibrate from mood to mood

And I wonder will I be the same when the week ends

Because these last few days have been rough, I only want to sleep and not worry.

I don’t care; all I want is time to be mine again, with no clocks set as I relax and my mind clears from work mode.

Will time stop before the best part of me fades away?

Will anyone notice that part is missing when I float back into the space I fill up every other week?

Or will the look and smile on my face fool them too well that they won’t see my emptiness?

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2025 By Deirdre Stokes