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Maybe I’ve

 Been fooling myself as I work hard to keep

this friendship going.

Maybe if I let it go if it was meant to be it will work out.

For this doubt and trying to figure out what to say is just not working and I feel like something needs to be said.

But, I don’t know how you will take it and so I sit here erasing more than hitting the send button.

Maybe it’s too late and now I wonder how to be me and yet still want what everyone else has.

I know being by myself sometimes is nice and so I get lost in my own world and every now and then.

I come out and check on everyone else and then I wonder if I had just been outgoing the whole time would this doubt be bothering me now.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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So much

 To learn as the sky lights up and sun rises as the morning has begun.

So much to do and yet not a lot of time for yet again here you are trying to wake up.

Time moves a little slow but If you take your eye off of it for a second next thing you know your running late again.

So it’s time to get up and have faith that today will be great no matter how boring or bad it gets for your still blessed.

For you got up this morning and you still have a chance to do something great today.

And even though you feel like there has to be a better answer out there don’t give up yet.

Things will get better just give it some time but when that moment comes you will be knocked off your feet.

Oh how I wish you could see just how blessed and loved you are now.

I know a lot is going on and the feeling of being lost is around again but so much more is coming your way so just hold on.

Don’t give up just because the support you had isn’t there anymore.

For you have always had all the help you needed just not from those who have left.

Just look around your help and your support are there and the best thing is they don’t want to go anywhere else.

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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I don’t

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Photo by Ali Pazani on Unsplash

 Always look this way but sometimes I’m just to tired to get it right.

The green on my first is the cover up of all the bruises I’ve received this year.

Would stop and tell me I have something on my face or would you just think I was trying something new.

Oh how my mind is so restless and the headaches have only increased since that night you hurt me.

I wish I had the strength and courage to says something but I don’t.

So here I stand not looking my best because how can I pretend anymore that everything is okay when I have no energy to keep going on this way.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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I won’t

Stop until I succeed at these tasks that keep coming up.

I know there is so much I need to know and yet here I am feeling as if all I want to do is go back to bed.

My body doesn’t want to get up and move around and do the things the elk wake me up.

It wants to forget this task and sleep as if we’re about to hibernate for the winter.

For the cold days and nights are just getting too cold.

Oh how I wish I could be wrapped in a warm blanket and maybe just skip today and show up tomorrow.

For I’m sure it will be a much better day for me and my energy will come back by then.

But life does not wait for me to get more sleep or more energy or hope when we’ll all I need is all three right now.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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Oh Monday

Here you come again

Not saying I’m not glad to see you.

It’s just I liked sleeping in and not having to set alarm.

Yea I know I still had stuff to do but I didn’t have to worry about being on time.

I know there will be some peace and fun today but can’t I just have one more day off and see you on Tuesday.

Yes I know it doesn’t work that way and so here I come with a slight smile on my face.

But I hope you know I’m watching the clock until it’s my lunch break and then the count down to go home is strong.

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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Will I

Ever be someone’s number 2 because I would hope they would put the lord before me.

For he leads and I will help on the side with carrying and helping get back up when you fall.

I will listen as you pour your soul and heart out to our lord.

I won’t be mad about being second because I know at the end we all win as long as we let him guide and protect us.

I hope today will be the start of something new and every day and night we grow closer.

But in the end let’s not be self centered and think only about ourselves because at the end of the day we aren’t completely in control.

We must be patient when things seem impossible because we know that’s what his all about.

So one day when you’re ready I will be there with you every step of the way.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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I want

to feel the cold wind blowing around me as I get cold but not too cold.

As I look around and see the snow that fell just yesterday start to melt away like my problems from yesterday.

I Stand and I move to keep the warmth inside until it is my time to go back inside for I know the tough times are not yet behind me.

And I know that I am strong but how strong when it just feels like someone is lifting me up just to slam me back down.

As if my injuries and feelings don’t matter anymore and I am replaceable.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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I bet

You thought you were clever today.

But it’s a shame you still don’t see what you’re doing.

It ain’t right but who am I to tell you what to do when everyone else is and yet the story hasn’t changed.

You want to do more and say you are doing the right thing and everyone else is trying to tear you down.

But the thing is we all know the truth and even if we shine some light on it for you.

We will be the bad guys and the cycle of you playing the victim continues on and on.

Until you choose to grow up and take responsibility for the things you did wrong and apologize for not knowing sooner what you had done.

But I know you will not ever change and it will always be someone else fault in the end.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
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©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes

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Music from

three line tales, week 197: vinyl albums in a record shop, bowie, the cure, fleetwood mac, joy division

photo by Yanko Peyankov via Unsplash

the past sometimes is the best for there may be this sound that you don’t hear today in the things that you like now.

To hear a song that was before my time or a childhood favorite just brings back some great memories and makes me think of how far music has come and that no matter how much time passes by the hits will always be around.

Music isn’t just something that is around it’s life changing and just something that I crave not just for today but always and it just lifts me up another level in my life.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes

Music from the past!