Poetry: Different Creature.

By Monica C. Voskamp

She couldn’t blend in.

She tried.

She covered her face

With forest mud.

She held the leafy tree

Close to her chest.

She couldn’t fit in.

The forest knew

She was different

Not a animal.

Not a plant.

Not a native.

No, she couldn’t fit in

Because she wasn’t

Meant to be part

Of this world.

And because she wasn’t

Birthed as a forester

Her different presence

Made a vivid shift in the

Otherwise stable atmosphere.

The forest, the plants

The natives all knew.

She was a chaotic force

That changed the energy

Flow with each footprint.

She didn’t fit in.

And it was made known

She wasn’t welcome to.

With every moment

Longer in this place

She knew she had to go.

She had to find a place

Where she didn’t need

To pretend or strive

To be any different

Than the beautiful

Creature she was.

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

*Photo Credit: Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash

Poetry: Infinite Love

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

She seeks after more

More beauty,  more attention, more fame

Anything for people to look her way.

 

She strives chasing the wind

For something that can never

Be bought, gained or achieved.

 

She seeks after more

More than possible for her to give

More than possible for her to attain.

 

What is this foolishness

Girl yet not woman

Striving for more?

 

What is this atrocity

Woman of a wife

Trying to earn love?

 

Women of this planet

Beautiful souls tormented

All yearning for love.

 

dear feminine souls, listen close

Stop all the mindless chatter

Listen to truth untold.

 

Precious one of a kind you,

You matter.

Not for what you do,

Not for what you become,

Not for what you lack.

 

You simply matter

Because you are loved

The woman of you.

 

You are loved with

Such wild authenticity

Beyond what you can imagine

Beyond what you can believe.

 

This gentle power of love

Has already walked the chambers

Of your anguished soul.

Has already felt the depth

Of your pain.

 

Love already understands

All you wish to be

But all you are not.

 

Love doesn’t demand

Doesn’t ask one iota of you.

Rather she gives,  embraces

The entirety of you.

 

Women of this world,

Please listen close

You need to hear.

 

You are loved,

There is nothing more

Nothing more to the equation.

 

You are loved beyond

Every shadow of any doubt.

Embrace this truth.

 

Come enter warmth,

Release your weary body

Into the sphere of free,

No price tags, no demands

Only peaceful belonging.

 

Wild uncontainable beauty,

Fire that ignites your soul,

This is what you’re longing for,

Infinite love.

 

Where you belong

Where you are called

Is beyond human knowledge

Is beyond the fathomable.

 

Dear feminine beauties, you,

Relentless, unconditional love

Inks every letter of your name.

 

Nothing for you to do,

Nothing to stand and protest

Nothing changes the verdict.

 

Infinite love writes only truth:

You. Are. Loved.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Petr Ovralov on Unsplash

Poetry: Complex Simplicity

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

Am I still loved

Though I weigh far too much?

Am I still loved

When my hair falls out?

Am I still loved

When age creases my skin?

Am I still loved

Please tell me,

Am I still enough?

 

I don’t feel loved

As I watch myself

Metamorphosis into something

So unlike me.

I don’t feel loved

As I jiggle in my skin.

I don’t feel loved

As I stare into the mirror

At my fading reflection

From beauty to…this.

 

And why I don’t feel,

Is because of what I don’t

Believe.

For worse than my feelings

What you do or don’t think,

Or what my body can or cannot be

Is the crippling belief

Of me not loving me.

This more than anything else

Will be my ruins.

 

So when I wake up today

And see what is not the past

Nor the future desired me,

But when I wake up to the present

I am faced with this complex simplicity:

Will I love me?

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Jonathan Borba on Unsplash

Poetry: the portal of love

{ for my mom }

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

Love.

You see me different.

I’m a little odd,

A little out of place,

Different, than the rest of the bunch.

 

I’m different, not wrong

You say.

You don’t hinder my growth

Because you see my unique beauty.

You see my own beauty.

You tell me I’m beautiful

And I believe you.

You tell me I’m loved

And I believe you.

Because I hear the way

You see me.

You see me through the portal

Of love.

 

You see me,

As me.

Not how I should be,

Not how I would be.

You see me as who I am right now,

You see me.

 

You don’t expect me

To be anything, anyone else.

You don’t judge.

No you smile, you welcome me.

You love.

 

Thank you mom,

For opening my heart,

To what is obscure to me.

God knows how much,

You’ve been trying from my day one.

What an angelic warrior,

You sure don’t give up.

 

You’re teaching me,

You’re showing me,

You’re opening the portal for me,

The portal of love.

 

*Photo credit: Photo by Marc-Olivier Jodoin on Unsplash

Always believe. Always hope. Always love. ❤