Small wet sphere trickling down
Smooth and heated skin.
Such irony a tear so small,
Could fortress and carry
So many sins.
Weighted down
Like a heavy October frost,
My soul is pressed heavy
With a weight of sad.
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It’s a weight that sits deep
With a presence that promises
To never leave, never give reprieve
Never give an opportunity to escape.
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Escape, isn’t that what we want?
To find a moment of relief
From all this crazy of pain
Chaos, nonsensical madness.
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I could numb.
I could distract.
Instead I do the opposite,
I feel, and I feel sad.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
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Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤
Photo Credit: Jr Korpa @unsplash photos
Catch your dreams
Paint them on the night sky
Without you giving them life.
Catch your dreams
Look them in the eye
Don’t waste another moment
Or second in time.
Catch your dreams
Hold them dear and close
Etch them into your heart
Never let them go.
© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤
*Photo Credit: Photo by Jaime Handley on Unsplash
By Monica C. Voskamp
Broken, cut straight open,
I didn’t know how much
The wounding hurt for I
Swallowed whole the pill of numb.
Broken, cut straight open,
I didn’t know I’d feel
The accumulated pain
Pound my punctured arteries.
Broken, cut straight open,
I didn’t realize my stupor
So obviously bleeded out
SOS, I need some help.
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