Tag: Wednesday

Poetry

Here I

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Am so predictable

Even though you have no clue who I truly am

And I’ve come to accept you don’t care

Because you never really took the time to get to know me.

Because you see, I’m not an open book; I’m a closed-off and guarded one.

And sometimes, I want to be more open, but people show me they’re not worth it right when I’m ready to open up.

So here I am, closed off, and only a few are lucky enough to know me, honestly.

And this year, I’ve accepted that number maybe a little but I’m okay with my supporters.

As they want to know me, and I do try to be open.

But when people have made you question what a true friendship is.

It’s hard sometimes to accept and understand not everyone is the same.

But I also know I live my life my way, and I know it’s not normal, but it’s sane and fun for me.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Like the

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World I’m turning all around

Not knowing which way to go

Or what words to say as my fingers hit the keyboard.

The need to write is there, but my mind remains blank.

I try everything to find the words that feel right, only to erase them once again.

Only time will tell when I will finally hit the publish button again.

Oh, I wish to hit that button again as if my life desires depend on it.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Tangled

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Up in so many things in my life

As I start to clean up the things in my life that don’t stand for what I want or need, It seems the more of a mess I make.

And I wonder if I will ever make a clear path through the mess I call my life.

What I do know is I’m enough and strong enough to get through anything I put my mind too.

And sometimes, the most frustrating things in my life are the biggest lesson for me to learn and accept.

Because I’m growing, I realize I can do this independently if I have to.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

If only

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How often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals?

If only I had said no to the things I knew would pile on more stress which allowed my dreams to feel more hollow and empty.

And in the end, all it did was make me question myself and if I was meant to do this or am I being naive to keep going forward.

Saying no and waiting for the right opportunity saved my dream and sanity.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

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

To let go

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When you truly let go of everything

And you jump up into the air as if you could fly.

For you believe and feel that nothing can stop you now.

For all the negative voices inside your head are gone, and you are stronger than you ever felt before.

When you got some air that day, you realized your life could not return to the dark hole you had been in.

Because you aren’t that person anymore, even though you know, struggles will still come and go.

You don’t have to worry anymore because they will not be trying to tear you down but build you up so that nothing can indeed destroy you.

If your mind and your heart are pure, you will find that as you tell the truth, things will be more straightforward for you everywhere you go.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Sometimes

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I don’t want to get back up again like lying in a cold pool of water

And knowing I should get up and not let myself get too cold, but I don’t

For sometimes I just need to feel it all and then let it all out before I get back up again.

And show the world you can throw so much at me, but I will get up even if each time it may take longer for me to get back up again.

Sometimes you are the one pushing me down when things look too good for me, and you feel things need to be stirred up.

So, you throw me off my game and throw me down in the dirt where you spend most of your days.

Sometimes I want to give up but then you tell me not to because I still have so much more to give.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

To lie

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Or tell the truth

I feel lying takes up too much time, as you must produce a story and stick to it.

And is lying worth the trust you lose from those that matter?

Is it worth the guilt you may feel later when something terrible happens?

Or do liars not worry about karma?

So much to think about, and that’s why I tell the truth.

Sometimes little wounds turn into more significant injuries when you keep picking at them.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Too hot

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to go outside so let’s come together inside and eat food that fuels us up.

So that when we must go outside, we end up feeling cool and full but strong to overcome this heat.

As we all walk quickly to our destinations and relax inside with the air conditioning on and wait for a cool moment to come.

Then we can take a walk where the breeze is blowing around and the feeling of appreciating nature is strong.

As we clear our minds from the past days and just start clear and good again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

You Slid

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In my life, like a little kid on a water slide, you were trying to have some fun and not grow up too fast.

Because now you are an adult and everything happening around you is chaos, you sometimes want to get away.

Like a detective, people close to you try to find out what they can about you, hoping to bring you down.

They don’t want to see the positive things you do, so they somehow bring up negative things to rob you of your good mood.

But their efforts don’t last long, for there is always something good to pull from this world, drowning out the villains that don’t want to see the underdogs make it to the finish line.

And so you come out smiling, and even though every day isn’t always bright, I know you will get through it.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Frozen

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In time, like a photo, you stand there with wide-open eyes and a slightly smug look.

And I wonder if you know how ridiculous you look, but in a photo, everything around you is so clear and bright, like the sun.

I can tell happy and over the moon to be free from this place where it is sometimes hard to be joyful.

But now, as I look at your face, it’s hard to look away as you’ve drawn me in like a bug to light, and I know it’s too late to look away.

I only can break eye contact when I hear the rain pouring down hard outside.

When it’s over, I look at you as you have moved next to me to watch the once dark skies turn light; I know I have found my rainbow that will get me through the many storms yet to come my way.

I see you like the beautiful sunrise in the morning that sets the right mood for my day and the sunset that ends my days at a beautiful moment.

You are a new beginning to something new that won’t end with self-sabotage because you won’t let me miss out on something more, and I am not the only one who wants this to work out this time around.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I sit

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in the park and I try to calm my mind, but all I think about are your last words to me and I think.

As I pull one petal from each rose, I say, does he love me, he loves me not and then I realize this game never works as you hope the outcome will go in your way, but it won’t matter.

Because it’s up to me and you to figure this out and we will, or we won’t, and then one day we will walk past each other like complete strangers.

And my days of sitting at my favorite bench in the park will have nothing to do with my thoughts of you but my thoughts of someone else.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 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

Always there for you

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The city depended on you in hopes they would always be protected.

But you wanted to be more than just their Savior. You wanted to be their friend and understand them truly.

But as you began to get close to them, a great battle had begun, and you all alone fought back to keep the ones you love safe.

And as the battle continued for four days, you grew tired and weak, and you reached out for help, but no one came.

And so, in the end, the city was captured and you in prison with no visitors insight.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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