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I know

 I’m different and yet funny and nice.

But I’m not so great at being a friend.

Or at least that’s how I feel as the doors of friendship keep shutting on me.

Maybe I withdraw from the world just a little bit too much.

I guess I’m better at disappearing into a book or a movie.

But, I’m so great if you could get past that all for I have a lot to give but shyness is a big part of who I am.

But I don’t let it slow me down for I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in this place of feeling so lost about who I am and what I meant to do.

 I know I pray and that there are few that stuck with me to the end but, maybe sometimes it would be nice to have just a little more support.

 

 But who knows maybe this is how it’s meant to be for just me.

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes

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I didn’t expect to hear

 Sunday Writing Prompt “Phone Call”

from you again.

So when you called me it was such a surprise

That I almost dropped my phone and ending the call before it started.

You said you’ve missed me and it’s been long enough since the last time we’ve talked.

I didn’t know what you expected me to say since I haven’t thought much about you since that day we no longer were friends.

A friendship that felt so right, we were so connected and the trust was so strong it was like we were meant to be friends for life.

But, that all changed and I’m fine with how life turned out for me once you were gone.

 You apologize for how things ended and ask if we can start talking again?

I didn’t want to say yes but saying no felt like I had been holding a grudge against you all these years.

But I haven’t been because I didn’t think about you at all and if I did it was once in a blue moon.

So I said yes but told you don’t expect much from me for I’m not the same person you used to know.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes

I didn’t expect to hear

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It seemed

 

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so long ago that I was playing on a playground and it keeps me busy as I ran around with my sisters and friends, to just laugh and enjoy the little things in life. 

To just enjoy the sun shining so brightly and the fresh air all around us as we played for hours and then the minute the street lights came on we would run home and rest up for tomorrow would be another opportunity to play again. 

The joy of being young and hopeful that my future was so bright and nothing would end up getting in my way. 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2015 By Deirdre Stokes

Childhood!

 

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Thank you

for letting me go

for letting me down

for making me sad

for making me grow up.

For making me finally know that maybe being alone wasn’t something to fear.

For knowing I needed to be able to do things on my own and that I didn’t need anyone to fix me but, my God and to finally just be me.

For knowing that even though you would remember me for the rest of your life, I would forget you and would resent you until the last memory faded away from my mind.

And until I read some old messages between us I wouldn’t have thought of you and now I am erasing you again and I wanted to say thank you once more before I close this chapter again and bury you away again.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyright ©️ 2015 By Deirdre Stokes

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Letting

go of the past again as I stubble a pond some old notes.

And for a second it feels as if I’m back in that moment and for a second I feel those emotions again.

And soon the note is falling to the ground and I don’t want to pick up again.

But I do and soon it is ripped up and is now in pieces and as I place them all in the trash.

It feels like I’ve been thrown back into the present and I’m feeling good for I know what’s in the past can’t get to me anymore.

For in the present I am and there is no going back for those moments have expired.

I have no desire to think of what if’s for I have moved forward in my life and where there used to be no answers and just questions.

Is now I have answers and still questions to ask but the peace that I longed for is more present than before.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyright ©️ 2015 By Deirdre Stokes

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The

words keep going on even when you are gone.

Like a light left gone at night when you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

You are like a song everything that has or will be said will be remembered and memorized until something else comes along and replaces it.

To feel like the weight of what you are is crushing me sometimes would be an understatement.

The feeling of you words is like a hand that keeps choking you only to give you a little bit of time to catch your breath before the process starts up all over again.

You are my weakness and yet I have no desire to go near you right now even if I know seeing you won’t be the end of me now.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Like my

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Childhood you were left in the past for I didn’t need to hold you anymore when my days were hard and I just couldn’t understand how cruel people could be. 

I knew that the day would come when I could hand this all without the comfort you provided for me. 

It was time for me to be a big kid and let go of my childhood toys and embrace the new things the world had to offer me for these toys were farther more durable than you ever were to me. 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Left behind!

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Fall

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You have arrived but I have yet the time to enjoy you.

i remember the days when  I would play outside and enjoy our time together.

How I would swing on that old tire swing with no care in the world.

Just lost in my thoughts with nowhere to go.

Just enjoying the weather and this moment where I’m free to breathe and truly know this day will be a good one.

Oh Fall don’t go by so quickly now for I would love to enjoy you just a little more.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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I remember

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those days when I couldn’t just laugh off all the bullshit you would spit at me.

I would think about all the ugly you said to me and how I didn’t at the time  wonder what was wrong with you.

I just looked at the target on my back and thought what was wrong with me, now I know nothing was wrong with me but back then I was an easy target.

Even though I fought back for I knew this anger towards me had nothing to do with me, for your darkness was not my fault and the light that could have shined down on you was not being blocked by me.

Now if you have a problem or something to say to me, say because I may hold my peace or laugh right in your face for I know who I am and what I have and nothing you say or do will ever take my smile or laugh away.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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