Poetry

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

My thoughts

Hey everyone

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So yesterday, I decided to have a psychic medium-highest frequency session on a virtual Zoom call. It was centered around God and felt spiritually correct.

In recent years, I have become interested in my chakras, and this coach has given me free little reading on Facebook Live and has been hitting on the things I was stuck in or how my throat chakra was blocked.

Last week, when I was practicing to go live in my Facebook group, every time I tried to speak, I would stop, and there was fear around it so great I had to keep pushing past it and then after I did my live, it was gone.

Anyway, this call made things clear for me, like how I am working towards being a confidence coach, but calling myself a confidence coach hasn’t felt quite right.

I kept feeling like I wanted to help others express themselves with their words, be their authentic selves, and have wiring be a part of it. I don’t know what to call myself as a coach, but I know I still want to help women.

Also, I’ve been struggling with prayer and looking for answers outside myself, and during this call, the burning bush came up, saying I am a miracle and the answers are within me.

And I’ve heard the answers are in me before, yet I’ve always looked to others to help me find my way, and now I need to seek them as God has provided me with the answers.

I also need to step out of my comfort zone and do some creative stuff outside my home, so I will have to work myself up too that, but I hope we all can seek the things we need and stop missing the signs right in front of us for our happiness matters too and it’s no fun being lost.

I thought this would be nice to share. Let me know what you think in the comments, and thanks again for stopping by.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

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

Poetry

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

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

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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

My thoughts

I can’t believe

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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

My mind

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It is full of thoughts and words, but for who?

And how do I get them out even though the feeling fills me?

I want to spill my guts, but the words aren’t even forming a sentence; just that I need to get it out.

Or the happiness and uncertainty could swallow me whole, and I don’t know what to do it does?

I should wait for God to help me lay it out for that person.

And right now, I feel your arms around me as peace comes over me, and I get ready to relax for the night, for it has been a long day.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Oh god

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Why have I been fighting you on what to do?

Because I tried it my way, and I burned out

All that was around me was darkness, and yet I still stumbled around like a fool.

Only to see when I came out, you were there with light to guide me in a new way.

And yet, I stubbornly still tried to do it my way.

Only to end up not doing much of anything

And then the light bulb went off, and I realized the things I could do were because they were what you needed me to do.

The only way I could overcome this hurdle was to let you guide me.

So here I am doing what feels right and what you want, and now it’s what I wish for, too. And this way, I will get it all, but only when you say it is due.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I never

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Thought starting over would feel this way

I was off to a great start, and then I got stuck

In the mud called struggles and uncertainty, and here I still am.

I am unsure how to move forward as I sit here wanting more, but I am unsure how to get it anymore.

The drive isn’t as strong, and my life feels like living.

There’s no reason to push myself to keep learning and growing.

Even though those are things I want to do

Are there things I need to do right now?

I don’t know anymore, so my mind is running in circles, trying to figure out what I’ve been up to these last couple of years and whether I will ever make another move this year.

As the mud quickly turns into quicksand, I feel I’ll sink before I figure this out.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Living a

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Life of uncertainties

It is a different experience for us all

For me, it’s not knowing if what I think/feel is my purpose in life.

But I know nothing else in life makes me react like writing does.

But still, the uncertainty about my skill level and determination is there, and sometimes, the doubt and feeling like a failure wins.

Even though I know deep down I’m good enough for myself. If what I write touches one person, then I know I’m a winner in my eyes.

When I write a piece, that feels like a part of me just broke free. And I genuinely think how good and authentic my words are. All my doubt washes away, but that feeling is always short-term.

If only I could live in that bliss of that feeling as the words flow right out of me onto the paper.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Not a

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fan of your words and the reaction you wanted from this immature action.

You move around as if you have no emotions to how things will go down as if you’re living a fantasy.

And don’t realize reality has consequences if you play with fire and just keep feeding it as if you won’t get burned.

Like a little child, you keep getting closer to the heat as if it’s fun to feel the pain and witness the scars and horrible, uncomfortable experience you bring to others.

You think you can just make us all forget in the end, but the truth is we see you now and the places you thought you could hide behind won’t work anymore and you will pay the price.

For nothing in life is truly ever free because, one way or the other, you will pay a price and do the time.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Tossed from

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Side to Side like a rag doll as you tear into me and won’t let go but off you go.

Hitting something else as you go on until you leave the pieces of your rage behind with no care for anyone else.

You were gone before you could be seen this time, just our luck.

But what happens in the dark will come out in the light, and until that day comes, I will try to forgive but not forget and move on with my life.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Maybe it’s

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Week 285 of Three Line Tales

photo by Grace Wang via Unsplash

just me, but I just need some time away in a place where it’s just me and nights are long and the days go by slowly and I can finally feel like I’ve stopped time.

And every moment that I have means something and I accomplish all that I need and want too, with no regrets as the day comes and goes.

There will be no hurry back to the reality of a life I barely fit in anymore.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Three Line Tales 285 | Only 100 Words

Poetry

To stop

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Expecting the unexpected things into your life as if it is what you want or desire?

How can one get help if one keeps expecting someone else to come along and do the work you know is expected of you.

Stop saying yes when you have the feeling you should have said no in the first place.

It’s time to accept you have to do the work with the time you have and to stop overdoing it over time.

Your pushing too hard for something that might be yours later on for the hope of all the answers to be delivered to you now.

It may be your time to shine, but you will never know if you will if you stay in the shadows for too long. For it’s time to step out where others can see you and shine as bright as you can and hope that at least one person notices you.

At that, my friend will just be the beginning of it all.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes