Poetry: Bleeding Heart

By Monica C. Voskamp   Bleeding heart Please stop for an instant. I need to still breathe, Yet you are tearing Every bit of oxygen from me.   Bleeding heart Please stop for a moment It can’t be that bad But you protest it can As I feel currents of Warmth stream down My heated [...]

Poetry: My Territory

By Monica C. Voskamp   Stay or leave But nothing in between. Be on my side Or fight against me. Just no lying is allowed None of this pretty deceiving None of this fickle wounding Is no longer allowed On the territory of me.   I’m too precious. I’ve fought too hard. I’ve fought too [...]

Poetry: Let It Go

By Monica C. Voskamp   Please let it go. Let it go. The pain. The hurt. The hate. Let it go.   Let the tears come freely. Let the guilt run out the door. Let your lip quiver. Let it go as you let in, Love.   Wash your face fresh with those tears. Those [...]

Poetry: For All

By Monica C. Voskamp   It’s not just for one This precious sacred delight This melody that touches And heals every soul.   It's not just for some This priceless vow Of deep intimacy That brings unity.   It’s not just for you This God breathed gift Bestowed upon all humanity.   It’s for every [...]

Poetry: This Moment

By Monica C. Voskamp   Just sink into the moment This moment. It is good for you. To appreciate the Breathe of this moment. Your body is working hard To help you be in this moment now.   Just sink into the moment. This moment. Feel the beauty. It may be the scenery outside. It [...]

Belief: Your lifeline.

By Monica C. Voskamp He stared at my photos of the past obese me and then locked eyes on the current present me, shook his head in awe and said to me: “Monica, if you can lose 100 pounds…you can do anything.” That phrase has stuck in my mind. So many times I’ve undermined my [...]

Poetry: Pretty Red Door

By Monica C. Voskamp   I entered and that I regret,  The room with the pretty red door. It wasn’t so pretty inside. It was colourless yet you could feel The depth of black evil. You could taste the sound of deep sorrow. You could feel the pain of grave mistakes. It wasn’t a pretty [...]