Tag: growing up

Poetry

The cure!

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I thought I knew everything about what I would need to be happy, to not feel sad anymore.

But maybe I was wrong about what would be the cure for me.

As I wander through it all like stacks of paper that explain every moment of my life,

going through the moments I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle.

Until I get to the moment of today, and I realize that nothing seems to be the same because I’m not the same.

I know you want to try to get to the bottom of what makes me sad and I’ve tried to explain it to you as best as I can and maybe just maybe you will get it.

And maybe I will feel okay for at least I’m not alone on this journey of figuring out myself and maybe I’ll find my cure one day but for now I’m just happy to know.

I’m all I need to be happy for myself and I’m the strongest solider following my leader God and maybe one day I will have defeated all that makes me sad.

And that is all the hope I need to be okay today.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

 

Poetry

Memories!

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As lights flash outside my house

The memories of our friendship flash through my mind.

I worry if your alright as we haven’t talked in awhile, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised since I started the fight.

I throw those words at you like acid  and it burned a hole in your heart.

You probably can’t look at my messages or answer the phone without the pain of my words haunting you like a bad dream.

I’m suppose to be there for you not tear you down and leave you on the side of the curve like unwanted trash.

I was cruel because you said you didn’t need me around as much as before, that you had grown tired of me being so down lately.

I didn’t understand how you couldn’t be there for me?

I was always there for you, maybe this happened for a reason and now I’m not holding you back.

I still miss you but it’s less and less each day as I move on from a friendship that wasn’t meant to last.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

Poetry

The damage of my words!

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My mouth opens up and it just spills out.

And I fall for my grab on my reality is gone.

I lay here on the ground wonder where it all went wrong.

I feel so cold and alone and I wish I could just get up and be strong again.

No words can describe this feeling of everything inside of me burning away.

As I try to burn you out of my system from the inside.

Where the memories of you are so strong that it hurts to go back to the times that now bring on more tears then joy.

I wish you could see me now, I’m burning so bright.

And then I explode and the feelings  and memories of you slips away and then I’m being pulled back together.

To become whole again and the lost of you is not on my mind for you no longer exist to me.

 

Wtitten By:Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

My life line!

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My mind and hand are craving you as I am drawn to you, I realize I don’t know what to do.

But I walk up the stairs to get you, hoping something great will come out when I walk back down those stairs and open you up.

To a blank piece of paper and I slowly begin to write down, what’s locked up in my mind.

I need an solution to all that I believe I was meant to be and finally do something about it.

Only time will tell what will become of my words that I pour out of myself everyday, every second, minute, hour, week, month, and year.

Writing to me is just one of the many points of my life line.

It makes me happy and it helps me to get it all out.

Sometimes I can go without it but it will always find a place in my life and will continue to grow.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Dragged back to the Past!

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I wish the past memories didn’t affect me as much as it does.

To look back on how a friendship used to be and how I wish it could be like that.

But we’re all grown up now and our daily life isn’t as easy as it used to be.

How I wish I hadn’t wished to be older for I thought is was cool.

Well the reality of it is that growing up isn’t all that different than when you were young.

I still daydream about things I don’t have.

I still dream about becoming more than what I am now.

I still try to help others just as much as before.

Maybe along the way I realized somethings didn’t work for me so I left.

And the truth is I don’t feel bad about walking away from certain things and people.

Life for me is different everyday for it could be a good day or a really down day.

But I still get up and do my best to keep trying at the things that matter to me.

I’ll put on some music and grab a book and get lost and soon the world is not too much to handle.

And those hopes and dreams are worth fighting for and I realize that the past memories are not so bad to think of and that growing up year after year is a good thing.

For every year I get to change and learn something new about myself and friendships become stronger because of the times spend together.

And being there for each other as the trials of life wrap around us either as a blanket of comfort or tear through us like a tornado ripping everything we built apart.

When you let others in the past is just the past and the present becomes what’s important and that the future holds something for us, if we make it there.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes