We Chose

Audio Poetry Reading: We Chose
This is not how the story was suppose to go.
You and me were meant to be fighters, the heroes.
But here we are the underdogs
It seems to me
We didn't even come close.


How did it come to this?
How did we lose our faith?
How did we fall off course?

My God, we chose.


We chose to fall,
We chose to stray
The twisted path.

We chose to stay
In the hardest place,
We chose to fall from grace.


But if we chose the fall,
We can choose the rise.
If we chose despair,
We can choose the hope.


Ten years from now, let us rendezvous 
And bare to each other, soul to soul.
May we say with joy, 
May we say with pride:
My God, we chose the hope.

© 2021 MONICA C. VOSKAMP

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

Photo Credit: Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

Emotion of Sad

My emotion is sad.

She resides in the deep 

And travels my veins 

She weighs down the soul

And hollows out bones.

My emotion is sad.

She exhales long the breath

And bends low my frame 

She stretches down the face 

And curls small my heart. 

My emotion is sad

This I know 

And this I know, well. 

© 2021 MONICA C. VOSKAMP

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@pawel_czerwinski

Heavy Soul

Weighted down

Like a heavy October frost,

My soul is pressed heavy

With a weight of sad.

It’s a weight that sits deep

With a presence that promises

To never leave, never give reprieve

Never give an opportunity to escape.

Escape, isn’t that what we want?

To find a moment of relief

From all this crazy of pain

Chaos, nonsensical madness.

I could numb.

I could distract.

Instead I do the opposite,

I feel, and I feel sad.

© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

Photo Credit: Photo by Flo P on Unsplash

In the Middle of the Night

Wide awake in the middle of the night,

Can’t sleep, can’t get you off my mind.

No saying how this story will go,

No saying when these thoughts quiet down.

I’ve tossed and turned and tried to think

Of a way to make wrongs become right.

But the more I try the harder it seems,

To rewrite a story without any flaws.

It’s not easy to confront the storm inside.

It’s not so easy but I stay this fight

For otherwise I find myself dead awake

Consumed with you in the middle of the night.

© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

Photo Credit: Jr Korpa @unsplash photos