Poetry: Winter’s Hold

By Monica C. Voskamp   Winter. You'd be the death of me, If not for spring. Wonderfully I finally sense you leaving. I finally feel a taste of Spring.   The dead, the cold, the barren Is beginning to leave. Newness is just waiting to Unfold. Yet winter you still lurk nearby. You still threaten [...]

Poetry: Undoing Me

By Monica C. Voskamp   Why did I believe your lies? Why was I tempted by your charm? Why was I misguided by What I thought was my lifeline?   I don't know. Or maybe I do. I don't see the worth of me So I chose to see The vision in your eyes The [...]