Category: Poetry

Poetry

Weather changing

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Body aching

Hot to cold

Cold to hot

Energy draining

Body aching

Oh how it feels nice with the breeze

But I might get sick of the weather changing back and forth like a ping-pong ball in motion.

Oh, how I long for a happy breezy day when my allergies don’t appear.

But I know I am grateful to enjoy the lovely days, for summer is here now to stay, but I am hopeful these cooler days will return and bless us with a breeze that throws us into a whirlwind of joy and happiness to enjoy the little things in life.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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I miss

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The play of words in my head

When thinking of what to write.

The play of emotions when thinking how to express what I am feeling as I write

The fact that writing lights me up makes me sad when it’s not around.

So I read on and see the light in others as they play with words and emotions, and I feel and relate, and for now, I am okay.

My words are coming and going, but I know they will never be too far from me.

I am a writer, and soon, I will write again so beautifully these months without a distanced memory.

For tonight, hope and faith are all I have to keep holding on to.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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No relief

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As the hot days turn into hotter days.

Water and watermelon become your best friends.

As Ac and fans are run for, you would be too hot to go on if not for them.

Days are long, and nights are all you look forward to as everything cools down.

You are glad the heat is lower, but tomorrow is a new day with heat that might be worse than the day before.

But it won’t stop you from complaining about how yesterday wasn’t so bad now that your sweat has fallen from you as soon as you walk out the door.

The sun shone down, and it seemed like the breeze you felt a minute ago had dried all up, leaving you miserable.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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Oh how

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I long to get away and stand in nature, not have a Care in the world, and finally have time to breathe, stop, and smell a flower or two.

To know what it feels like to enjoy the outdoors instead of only getting twenty minutes here or there.

I want to be able to lose time and be content with just being alive in the moment.

To lean into the wind and let its whisper carry me to new places.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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Lost

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But trying to find my way to something new.

As the past is long gone

And present is eye-opening

But where do I fit in now?

Everyone is moving around me, and I am stuck trying to figure it out.

I have moments when the picture pops up, and I see what I could be.

And I know only time will tell if it will work out, and right now, to be alive in the present moment is all I could honestly hope for.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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What am

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I doing

They say

Just living my life I say

I know I’m trying to do the most

But have you ever lived a half-full life

A life that lights you up inside but also tears you down.

Because you were trying to please them all

But what about me, the woman left in her thoughts when you’re gone?

The woman has to find herself so she can continue sharing.

Because she doesn’t deserve to be fulfilled, too, even if she may be going on a different path than before?

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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I am

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Here breathing in oxygen I need

Oh how I crave energy to get up but

My lack of sleep has kept me at the limits of not enough today or yesterday.

Oh how I drive to just be one with myself to feel connected to all that I am again.

I want to be in my body, but I feel like grasping at the things around me, searching for more than I know, and hoping to find everything I need.

Such a battle I am in, and maybe today I will feel the hope of knowing I won’t be stuck like this forever.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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In a

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Haze I try to find my way to you

Who are you?

You are the part of me that’s been lost and confused for way too long

The part of me that has been yelling to empty ears and no clear way to insight.

It’s been a battle only I could fight.

Sometimes, I get tired of battles, but I know when I have victory, the day it happens, I am full of so much joy I overflow

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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The reason

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I am here is still growing.

I am more present each day than before, and I do not know where I will end.

But the hope that I would survive each battle got me smiling today.

Today is a blessing I must accept because I’m more than the four walls I sleep in.

Like the weather, I’m heating up with hope, and my light is shining brightly as the winter blues fade away and the spring bursts through.

Rain or shine, I know I can get through it, and today feels like a new beginning as things begin to unlock again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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No more

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Fear is what I tell myself as I prepare to go live in my Facebook group to promote my journey as a confidence coach on April 24 at 11 am. Hopefully, a good Wednesday it will be.

But the truth is I’m shaking with fear because the fear of public speaking is strong.

And even though I’m preparing and trying not to freak I’m only human.

But I got through the words I wanted to say and had to keep breathing slowly through my nose to calm myself down.

I know I can’t give up and not show up, for this is what I’m meant to do. Use my voice any way god needs me to.

And yes, it’s hard to get out of my comfort zone, but I’ve done it before I can do it again.

No more fear as I sit behind a screen, ready to spread my winds and words for the first time in a long time. I’m doing something new, not just for me but for the women watching and seeing the replay.

I’m calm now, and I hope this change will be a stepping stone to continue conquering each journey that God has come my way.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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I am not

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Sad that I have to walk away

I am sad because the last straw was your words about how you see me.

After all these years, you still don’t get me, and I’m tired of explaining myself.

I’d rather you not understand and me not care than to care, and you still not understand even though I’ve made myself clear.

I won’t fight or entertain anymore, but I know I won’t explain either.

It might be harsh, but I don’t have the time to keep being sad or feel like you’re cutting me this day and that day and taking it as if it doesn’t hurt.

I am here for myself and stand for who I am now and before. And if you don’t get that, you won’t accept my change and growth, but I am not sure I can help anymore.

I am now at peace, and I have closed that door, and no matter how hard you knock, I know my worth, and you may say I’m too sensitive, but sometimes you know when it’s time to walk away.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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Writing down

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My thoughts and letting them go have been easy these days.

It’s as easy as letting go of people in my life.

As I get older, I don’t feel the desperate need to keep people around who aren’t treating me right.

Like I used to because finding and keeping friends was hard enough as a shy person.

But I, too, deserve to feel understood and heard, and so do they, but sometimes in life, there are shells too hard to break, and you have to let them be by themselves for your mental health.

As I write and the sorrow goes away, I know I will always be polite to them, but trust and believe these walls aren’t coming back for them.

Sometimes, I guess the people who will rock with me for thick and thin are still out there, and I won’t give up on finding them since I know my worth and what I deserve now.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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Don’t try

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So hard because I won’t thank you for the help I didn’t ask for.

You keep crossing lines like you’re trying to prove something to someone.

And I don’t care anymore because I’m here for me, and I know the fight isn’t worth it, so if I hurt you, I don’t believe that it’s my fault I didn’t tell you to step on my toes, and try to show off in a place you’re not supposed to be in the first place.

So no guilt is flowing through me, and as I close the door and go to my happy place, I know you will do it again, for there is clearly no respecting my boundaries now.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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Nothing last

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Forever and as I pull you into the next season

I feel the wind and rain trying to pull you into the storm.

We’ve been trying to outrun these storms for the last few months.

But this time, I’m tired, and I know you will catch me if I fall.

But how many more seasons will we be blessed with?

I know I shouldn’t worry about the end, but like a good story, I always want to see the beginning and the end before I’m delighted that it’s okay to enjoy it.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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I’m trying

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To not fade back into the background

As I push forward for a change like nothing I’ve ever done before.

And I realize I’ve lost my way, and my words are gone like yesterday.

But here I am, fighting the battle of who I am, creative every day.

And frankly, it’s tiring, but my soul craves the words and the desire to share even more.

But who am I kidding, for the hope of coming back stronger than before is tempting but most likely impossible.

Because even as a writer, I am different, and as one voice seems to grow, the other is holding on for dear life, and no matter how many little chances I get, I can’t come back like I was before.

And maybe only time will tell, and perhaps I’m overthinking it, but voice if you hear me come home because winter is leaving and spring is going to be so bright, and you and I deserve to write into the night until we feel right again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes