Poetry: Hold Me Close

By Monica C. Voskamp


Hold me close

When the shivers of the past

Clutch my throat.


Hold me close

As I can’t stop the shaking



Hold me close

And tell me a new message

Write into my soul every language

That will speak forever

The foreign words,



Just hold me close

As the pain weeps from my soul

It is dark– I’m sorry for that-

But I need you to stay

Don’t let me go.


Let me stay here for a moment longer

Let the pain weep bitterly

So all the poison comes out

Hold me close.


Be patient while I heal

Love, please promise me

You’ll hold me close.


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash


Poetry: No More

By Monica C. Voskamp 

Hear the words of my heart

Screaming silence

Hear the echoing of pain

Deafening roar.


No more, No more

No more times to hurt me

It’s high time I looked

Offenders in the eye

No more no more

No more will you hurt me.


See the beauty

Maddening loss

See the innocent

Ruined furniture.


Objects of selfish

Pride and lust

Greed and hate

Hear the innocent cry,

Atomic bomb.


No more, No more

No more times to hurt me

I look offenders in the eye

No more no more

No more will you

Ever hurt me.


Colours splattered

Bruises made

Foundations cracked

Heritage lost.


What does it matter

When the past

Entangles, cripples innocent

While the offenders

Walk out.


No more, No more

No more times to hurt me

I look offenders in the eye

No more no more

No more dare you hurt me.


Piecing together

Burning Ashes

Creating abstract art.

Recreating her

Present chaos

Making loss

Astounding gain.


Lost whisper

In the wind

Bleeds into a song

Resilience, hope

Strength to carry on.


She raises her

Ashes charred

A mesmerizing

New beauty.


She raises her

Soul patched

Work of Art

New beginning.


No more, No more

No more times to hurt me

I leave offenders cruelty

No more, no more

This, my goodbye.


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

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

Poetry: Abuse

By Monica C. Voskamp


You slam me down

With your looks.

You tell me I’m nothing

By belittling my smarts.

You keep me at a distance

Never let me  know

What actually is



You use me

Like I’m some pitiful object.

You couldn’t care less

If I am hurting.

You say you love me

Through pain.


Abuse. Again and again.








How I loathe you,

How I hate the years

You stole from me.

I’m filled with such pain

I constantly turn away.

It’s too great,



Abuse, you cut me down.

And justify with your gender

With your religion

With your pretty lies.

You knock me down

Till all I see in me

Is dirt.


Abuse, you think you have won

Many days I feel you have.

Everywhere I turn it seems,

You find me again.

It’s my greatest pain

That haunts me



Abuse, I will confront you.

I am. I am.

And in doing so it hurts like hell,

It hurts wounds exposed.

It hurts seeing my pain

So much so I will do anything

To numb the feeling,

To numb the wounding,

And surrender to the lie

I only deserve



But no. You will  not win.

I will never give up till my last breathe.

I will fight this poison,

This evil war on humanity.

I will fight as I tell my heart,

Damn those people, their evil.


Darling, don’t you listen to their lies.

You believe something different called truth.

You believe something beautiful called love.

You believe dear soul, you are enough.

And you don’t deserve,

Don’t ever, ever deserve



Always believe. Always hope. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credits:  Sydney Sims on Unsplash

Poetry: I Am More

By Monica C. Voskamp

I say no.

You say, So?

I say wait,

You say, let’s go.

I change my mind,

you couldn’t care less.


Your mind is fixed

Regardless of my word.

Regardless of my state.

Regardless of my pain.


You are gaining,

I am losing,

You have power,

I lack courage.

You call the shots,

I’m scared to object.

I don’t believe in myself

Just yet.


One day I will.

I will push back.

I will stand my ground.

I will walk away head high

Even when you command,

And Threaten me

I’ll put on my heels

And just walk away

With Dignity.


I will walk away , I will.

I am worth far more

Than your worthless pushover



I am more.

I am more than just some mans


I am more than a lowlife


I am more than a pawn

Manipulated by corrupted hands.

I am so much,



Always believe. Always hope. Always love. ❤️

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