Poetry

It isn’t

me that is the problem and well I’m tired of being blamed for it. 

How much can one keep taking without screaming for all the ugly to go away? 

When will the good win and when will the bad of this world become a single digit. 

So many why’s and when’s that I just can’t seem to keep track of it all and so I sit here listening to a song that seems to relate to what’s going on with me or what’s going on around me. 

I don’t know how to solve the problem that I’m faced with right now, for I’ve gotten on my knees and I’ve prayed about it and I’ve waited and I’ve waited and still here I am repeating everything. 

Every day and no I have not yet given up but, I know one day I will wake up and the solution will be there and I will carry it out and maybe I won’t have to do it alone. 

But, today I stand strong and I look the worst in the eye and I tell it something that will blow it away. 

Or something that will make it right again and then the darkness around me will become a little lighter. 

One day at a time. 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Daily Prompt: Open

Open your eyes so you can see that

things are changing for good.

Things have never been so clear for me

as I open my eyes for the first time that day.

My vision of what is meant to be has grown

more now that I’m open to new possibilities.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Open

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