Poetry

May I

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Bloom like the flowers in May

Or may I say what I have to say and be at peace

Or may I do things out of the kindness of my heart, and you accept who I am

Or may I call you out and show you where you were so wrong

But the thing is, maybe I don’t need to tell you everything because I feel the truth before I hear it.

Why may I even think about what you want or think?

When all I want to do is survive and maybe see a movie or two.

I read a book or three and feel like Maybe I can stay

But maybe I’m not meant to talk and tell you all there is, and perhaps someday I will grow with the strength of someone who will make it no matter what.

But I may get the chance to tell you how it is, or maybe someone else will, but today, I may walk away and be okay in my little cave of survival.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Change its

Real and it’s coming at me full force

And I know I have to embrace it because I want it.

But resistance and fear are real, too, and they all want my attention.

I’m trying to stay afloat as I sail for my goals, and I’m trying to listen to the voice that says it’s time for you to stand up and stand out because you can’t afford to hide anymore.

For I’m needed, and even though some say to play it safe, that luxury was okay for the old me; the new me can’t stand it.

So here I am, trying to be on top, yet I feel like I’m standing behind a curtain, and they’re calling me on stage, but I can’t seem to come out.

But at the same time, I feel myself growing stronger with the need to go on that stage and say what I have to say from the heart.

But today isn’t that day, but maybe tomorrow or the next day. I know I will get up there soon enough.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

confidence coaching tips/opinions

Theses last

Couple of days, I thought about and wrote about what made me gain my confidence and what made me want a new change in my life.

It had me thinking about journaling and how I use it to reflect and let go of thoughts, I may or may not share with anyone.

And when I journaled, it was short and sweet, and now it’s long, and sometimes I get it all out.

But what helped me the most is mood journaling, which has helped me work through emotions a lot better.

I tend to keep my emotions to myself because even though I trust certain people, I still have my guard up.

I’m a moody person sometimes, so knowing why and how I could have reacted next time or how I can keep track of my moods and emotions helps me keep track of what triggered me when and why.

I like journaling, even if I sometimes forget to do it all the time. It helps me keep motivated and aware because sometimes, when I’m tired or working, I may not be paying attention to how I felt the week before. After all, sleep doesn’t come easy for me.

Being under the weather this week has drained me so much that I don’t even know how little sleep I got other than I’m tired and feeling better.

But I know that I will be journaling how I felt this week and the past few days so that I know how I felt because it has been a while since I’ve been sick for a couple of days.

Also, my confidence to post and still be present on my blog has bothered me, but I realized I needed to take care of myself before writing here as I need to do my best to bring my all.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

confidence coaching tips/opinions, Quotes

Today is February

First the first day of black history month!

So today, I’m kicking off with what Confidence means to me, as it will be one of the things I focus on helping women find themselves.

To me, confidence is knowing your worth and being yourself. And seeing that you are the value you are looking for when trying to validate your self-confidence.

I used to think I would be more confident if I lost weight and others saw me for me.

But I realized when I saw and felt worthy of being myself that I was being heard when I was being my authentic self.

I not only saw the beauty in me but in others, and I started to see the world in a new light.

But being confident doesn’t mean self-doubt goes away. It just means I know who I am, and I accept myself, and even if someone looks at me mean or funny, I know there isn’t something wrong with me.

I hope you enjoyed this short post, and know I will be posting different topics three days a week.

Also, the first day of my posting about my exciting launch in March.

This week, since today is day one on a Thursday, I will post tomorrow and Sunday mornings after my morning quote. And then the following weeks will be Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

I hope you all have a blessed day!

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I used

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To live in the light

But you kept seeing how great I was

And so you used me until I became a shell of myself.

Now, the darkness is where I stand, even though there is still some light in me.

I can’t call on it for help anymore, for I saw the good in you, and what a fool I was.

Now, I barely have compassion or care for anything or anyone.

And now, when I see you, I don’t see a human but the devil himself, and I can’t help but feel nothing for you.

I blink at you and walk by you, and it’s like you don’t exist anymore.

I know you’re there, but my sense of cutting you off because toxic and liars have no place in my paradise.

And as I stand in the darkness and see the reflection of the light maybe one day I will go back but for now, I feel safe here in the dark where you seem to not notice or care for me.

And for the first time, I’m happy being left alone.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Pillow

You support me when I am sad

I can always lean on you for support when I need it the most.

You never complain when I soak you with my tears.

When I am tired, you are always there for me to lay my head on.

And because of you, I sleep so much better now.

You bring me comfort and peaceful nights.

With your satin case, you are so soft and dependable, so much better for my skin and hair.

I’m grateful to you. My body feels so much better since I got you.

You’re always there.

And relying on you, my sleep quality has improved, and the discomfort in my body has disappeared.

Your consistent presence when I return home is much appreciated as my head caresses you tonight.

As soon as I turn off the lights, the best sleep covers me like a thin blanket on this scorching summer night.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

This poem was written five months ago as a writer’s block exercise, and now. I want to share it, and I know it’s a silly poem about my pillow, but it helped me write that day.

Poetry

The year of 2023

You showed up initially with so much hope to get things done. And I’m not going to lie; you were making some great moves and meeting deadlines, and the results were good, even with last-minute fixes.

You presented a great book.

But then you burned out, trying to do something new and uncomfortable and overwhelming that you were stuck and down for far too long.

And so you thought there was no hope or light at the end of the tunnel. And right when you were about to give up a familiar face showed you grace and offered you help and support, and like a new, energized Bunny, you were off to get things done, and wow, did you get them done.

And then you showed your wins, and another hand came out and helped you up to the next stage of your journey. You shot off like a rocket, and even in the rough turbines, you did your task and made your deadlines again.

Ultimately, the year was not all your vision, but success was there as you crossed the finish line in 2023.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Nine days until

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It’s Christmas, and I’m excited and tired too

This season seems so long, and I know I will miss it when it’s gone.

But the presents are all under the tree, and I’m tired and ready to open them and see the cheer and joy on my family’s faces.

But frankly, I’m counting down the days until it’s over and this year ends.

Even though this year has had some incredible ups and so many real lows, I will miss it, but at the same time, I’m ready to wave goodbye.

But until then I will enjoy my Christmas movies and all the Christmas lights on all the houses and be excited and tired but filled with joy for I know this time of year can be a bag of mixed emotions.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

In these

Moments, the excitement of the holiday seems so innocent and simple.

The twinkle lights still excite you as you wait for more lights to be put up around the neighborhood.

Sometimes, the lights guide us back to the spirit of Christmas we may have lost when life wasn’t as innocent as we thought.

Even when the time spent with your favorite people is all you crave this time of year.

I think we all feel the joy and excitement this time of year as the sadness and joy of another year come to an End and the hope the next year will be better.

As spends by with 22 days until Christmas and 28 days until this year ends and a new year begins.

I’m trying to say in the present, but time seems to fly by with no reason to slow down anytime soon.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

To heal

I had to pull back all the layers that kept me safe all these years: My past insecurities, my uncertainties about my future, and the memories of my past I was still holding onto for far too long.

I thought I had no desire to let them go because if I did, how could I forget and forgive those who hurt me with their words that still haunt me to this day?

So, I could start living in the present, which has ups and downs.

But I’ve learned those struggles have me growing as strong as a tree, and my many layers fall off like fallen leaves.

I am lighter and brighter, and I know I am a fighter until the end.

But I know I have much more to give as my wounds start to peal over and heal to the warmth of autumn’s beauty that surrounds me again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

My thoughts

I can’t believe

Yesterday was eight years of blogging on word press.

Oh, how I’ve grown over the last couple of years.

The first year was full of all the words I needed to get out to be free from past wounds.

And the last seven have been years of finding my words and being more open.

This celebration, to me, is still having the desire to write and share my work, which has been life-changing.

I can’t wait to see what the little bit left of this year has in store for me and what next year will bring.

I am blessed to have my blog and everyone who follows me, which inspires me to continue to write and share my life. To many more years of writing and enjoying others’ posts! 🙂❤️

Poetry

No surprise

Of all the days you would sneak up on me, it would be Halloween.

You came into the party with your Wolf mask on, thinking you looked so smooth.

But your voice gave you away as soon as you didn’t get what you wanted.

I didn’t come to you like prey but ignored you because I no longer like wolves.

I stood up to you that night, and a cheetah came along and guided me to safety, and for once, I felt at home even on a night so dark and cold.

Happy Halloween!

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I see you

I hear you

Because you are me

And I’m ready to show you

I’m not backing down as

This journey is getting quite interesting

I’m moving along like a snail sometimes, but I won’t stop until I finish.

I was made for this task, and even though sometimes signing up for the mission is hard, I won’t give up no matter what.

I know you will see me and hear me from now on. I’m not afraid of the unknown, for one step at a time will get me there, where I know I will fight and shine in the light that is me.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes