Tag: work

Poetry

Is it

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Monday already and yet I don’t feel prepared for the storm ahead.

I know I can handle it with your help but sometimes I don’t want to.

I know this battle will never change for everyone is kind of selfish and too blind to see.

They’re not doing their best work to make things work out in the end.

But to them what they are giving is 100% but to me, it feels I’m giving 200% just to keep up my work and theirs too.

I know it’s called teamwork but it feels like I’m the only one on the team.

Where is my help on a busy Monday like today?

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2015 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Oh

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God how I saw you shining through someone today.

Their joy was so clear and so pure and full of life.

It just made me smile too and not question why he was that happy for I just knew it was because of you.

He jumped for joy when I mentioned it was always so good to see him for he always came around in such an amazing mood.

You and him made my day as you brighten the moments that made me not want to be there just be in my own zone.

You showed me that no matter how much moments feel like they are not worth smiling about, it is so worth it too just smile and enjoy others when they come around.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2015 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I was

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told to give up on my pipe dreams and just live the life I have now.

That it didn’t matter that I was miserable because at least I had a job and money and that should be enough for me.

But, the truth is I could care less about the money because my body is overworked.

And my soul dies a little more each time I think of work or at work.

I sit here staring at nothing because I’m too tired to move and the things that I used to enjoy now  I don’t have time to care about.

I could reach out and talk to you but, I just  want quiet and soon I am all alone.

And that doesn’t bother me anymore for it’s the only time I truly feel peace and comfort.

I know I’m missing out on so much but I don’t have the fight left in me to fight to be apart of those things anymore.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Daily Prompt: Gingerly

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She had to be gingerly as she walked up the stairs so late after a long night at work.

she was just glad to getting to bed for she just didn’t think her body could go any farther on the amount of energy she had been using  up the last couple of days.

She had to be quiet as she came through the door for her roommate was probably already asleep.

She couldn’t remember a night that she wasn’t so exhausted that she didn’t remember when she fell asleep.

She just got ready for bed and soon was passed out and in the morning she would be well rested but the long days of work would soon rob her of her energy.

Days off became shorter and work became longer and she just wanted to breath without being at the same place over and over again.

Even though she liked her job she needed time away from all the stress.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Gingerly