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Poetry

Hanging on

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To hope like a loss thread that everything will work out.

But then my true desire pulls me forward and there’s no going back now.

As the feeling is so strong, I can’t ignore it, and once I face it, it feels so right.

And all along, what was I thinking when this is what I was meant to do?

It’s like my plans were not suitable, and now I’m back where I was a month ago, doing the thing I love.

And I know now my plans weren’t God’s, and so on a wild goose tale I went.

Not looking around or about because I thought I was right, and life just laughed at me, and now I see how silly I was.

Oh, how I laugh as I open my eyes and enjoy the beauty of a new day. And I know I will never forget what a lesson I learned today.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I look away

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From it all

Because I’m tired of the nonsense chatter around me and realize there is no point in getting mad about the things I can’t control, and neither should you.

But I can’t control you, and I don’t want to.

But if I’m quiet and you wonder if something is wrong with me.

I didn’t say the real reason that day, only because I was physically tired, and being quiet was the only calm and reasonable thing to do.

I know this world can be so cruel and unfair, but I won’t play the victim when I, too, have done wrong.

I want to live better and not hold grudges for anyone anymore.

I’m letting it go, and no, I won’t forget what they did, but I’m living for me, not them, and I will be damned if I let them steal my peace of mind.

I may look sad right now, but I’m free from the chains they tried to keep me in. But can you say the same?

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Pour out

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Of me as the heat is turned up.

And everything is intense, and nothing is left innocent anymore.

You don’t get to walk out that door and face the sun like any other day.

For today if you go, you will end up like a puddle on the floor.

I tried to warn you it was too hot, but you told me to mine my business.

And so here I am inside with cold air blowing at me.

And you, my friend, sunburnt inside whining about how cruel today has been to you.

But to tell the truth, the day warned you in many ways, and you still thought it would not hurt you.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Today I feel

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Hopeful about all the possibilities I could complete today.

I will only focus on one thing then when that is complete.

I will move on to the next thing because when I list it all.

My head begins to spin, and all that can be done is untouched like an unwanted snack.

I don’t want to waste time, but I’ve learned if I don’t listen to my body.

Then my well-being is at risk, which I don’t want to put on the back burner to please someone else.

So whatever I get done today will have been all that needed to get done.

And if I wake up tomorrow, the rest can be divided up again until the list is no more.

Nothing is worth stressing over anymore, as when the weight is off my shoulder, the feeling of being free is what I long for.

So today, I am free to be and do what I want.

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

A master

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When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Of all words

A storyteller that enslaved you with my words so that you couldn’t stop reading my work.

At five, to be a writer was cute stories and the possibility to create without fear of rejection.

Now the most significant criticism is me as I feel each piece out as if each piece steals a part of me each time I lay down a word or line.

Sometimes I drain myself like a well that seems bottomless and helpless.

But I always recharge and find my way back to the words that sell my soul and make me a writer to this day.

Poetry

Recognize me

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Through my words

Through my pain

Through my fears

Through my strength

As I show up even when I don’t want too and it be the best thing I did.

As the doubt washes away and I let go and have fun and open up.

I realized I couldn’t live in my shadows anymore, for I saw myself for the first time.

And I don’t want to hide anymore, not when I’ve finally sparked the fire inside me that won’t die out because I’m being my authentic self.

To be this open, I know, is a risk, but there is no going back for me now, and I hope and pray I will make it.

I know I’m not the only one believing in me now, and with their support, I can make it to the finish line, but for now, I will accept the present so I have a future to look forward to.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Your not here

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But I am

And what does that mean

Does it mean anything

Or does that mean I have so much left to do

And will I waste the opportunity you gave me and run out of time?

Should you have given me so many chances, my friend

Or should you have given up on me like everyone else?

Who am I now that you are gone

Will I ever know, even as I make a name for myself

I know it won’t be the same if you were the only one rooting for me!

You knew when I was good and when I was okay was just a lie to get by in this world.

You not here, but I know now you never wanted me to end up like you.

And every day, I will fight my demons to make you proud, my friend.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I long

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To be me even though I am different and sometimes weird.

I wouldn’t trade who I am for anyone else just to fit in.

Who I am is who God made me be, and how can I want to change for someone else, especially for someone who sins like me and has insecurities like me?

Who has fears and is judged sometimes like me.

Someone who wants one day to be seen for who they are outside and inside.

Someone who wants to be free and happy and at peace just like me, for I know who I am, and I accept who I am, and sometimes it is hard being me.

But I will stand by myself until the end because I know no one else will.

I see the real me in the mirror, and I feel the real me when others don’t know the truth behind my smile or words.

I long to be free from my cage of uncertainty, but even in those moments, I see pieces of who I am meant to be.

And I long to be her and to stop holding myself back, for only I am in my way now.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I toss

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And turn as nothing seems quite comfortable as I lay down to sleep.

Like everything else, I can’t decide what I want to be to do or say.

And so on repeat, I keep rewriting and writing, but nothing is quite right.

And as I keep pouring out words after words, the frustration begins to grow.

And the irritation begins to bubble up inside, ready to explode.

Like a volcano from all directions, you won’t be able to stop it.

And the mess afterward won’t be worth the clean-up, but the release will free you from the uncertainty.

As nothing is holding you back now.

And maybe things will be more clear if I just let it all out and take some time to relax because not everything in life is to be taken so seriously.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

You wash over

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Me a feeling so amazing I can’t shake it, a Feeling that consumes me to the point of no return.

A feeling that fills me up inside until I know what I have to say or do.

A feeling so pure and unverified it’s hard to explain, but I know that I must try too if we’re ever going to be more than just simple and plain.

For it’s time to shine and light up places we never thought or wanted to but that we can and will.

Because self-doubt is like I made up by my mind or those who don’t believe my difference can be just what we’re looking for.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Like the

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Moon, sometimes I hide behind things in hopes of being unseen.

But sometimes, being something or someone different makes you stand out even when all you want to do is hide.

Too much attention can become too many demands, and expectations may lead to procrastination.

As you can’t keep up with being all or nothing and feeling like you failed sucks, you are looked at as something great, but you feel less than fabulous all the time.

And the expectations that you want for yourself are now impossible to contain, and your dream is gone like the moon on a cloudy day.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Another day

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Another blessing, another opportunity to do so much more, and I know you saved me so as these blessings flow through me and around me.

I know as long as I’m close to you, everything will work out for me.

So grateful and full of love for you, my lord, as I celebrate the day you brought me into this world.

I know that the unknown will be something to wait for because the wait is worth it as long as you are by my side.

Today is just another example things will continue to get better no matter what the hell I have to walk through to get to your light and love.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 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