Poetry: ..Beautiful Madness..

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

It was a kaleidoscope.

Everywhere she looked

Things were both beautiful yet skewed.

She couldn’t make sense of the picture she saw,

Yet somehow it was still so beautiful.

 

Hours ran into days,

Days into months.

Time was just a blurred run away train.

Yet time was also slipping fast,

Moments were rushing through her fingers

That she could never have back.

 

Yet she was stuck in a kaleidoscopic world

Mesmerized by the glow of beautiful chaos.

The colors of life swirled intensely so

Her mind couldn’t comprehend

What was unfolding fast.

 

But for some reason she still held

That Kaleidoscope lens to her eyes.

Her grasp on chaos was firm

Like it was her last breath in life.

 

Hanging onto chaos had become her anchor

Because she feared if she dared to pause

And look outside of her kaleidoscopic lens

Reality would hit her hard.

Maybe even break her down.

And she wasn’t so sure

She was strong enough for that.

 

Better to be lost in the kaleidoscopic world,

She reasoned and live in beautiful madness

Than confront the building storm

Of her frightening reality.

 

Better the beautiful madness she reasoned,

Yet inside something was screaming,

This is treason.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

 

*Photo Credits: Photo by Malcolm Lightbody on Unsplash

 

Poetry: Little Pieces of Me

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

Little Pieces of Me.

You’ll find they are scattered.

I’m all fragmented now.

Life just did that, somehow.

 

I don’t expect anyone

To understand these little pieces

Broken little pieces of me.

 

I don’t expect anyone

To help me discover why

I’ve become a beautiful mosaic

Shattered, into a million glass pieces.

 

I don’t underestimate

The amount of work it will take

To find, to gather

The jagged parts of me.

 

Little pieces of me

They are lost right now,

In many dark corners.

This picture doesn’t make any sense.

And rightly so,

I’m dismantled.

 

You can’t see the beauty anymore,

My picture is all torn apart.

You don’t understand the why

But neither do I.

 

This is my futile attempt to explain

I’m disconnected from you,

Because I’ve been disconnected

From myself.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Cover Photo Credits: Photo by Jilbert Ebrahimi on Unsplash

 

 

Poetry: Soul Talk

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

Feel that there?

That is your heart beat.

Feel that pain awakening?

That is your soul.

Your soul saying,

I hurt.

I need.

I want.

I am,

Lost.

Your soul knows how to speak.

Listen dear heart.

Listen to your soul,

Talk.

 

Always love. Always hope. Always believe. ❤

 

*Cover Photo Credits: Photo by Art by Lønfeldt on Unsplash

 

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

To storm me away

To freeze my heart

To darken my hopes

Winter, you threaten to undo me.

 

I hate standing on this threshold,

Straddling winter and spring.

I long for the old to be gone.

The numbing pain of cold

To be far from my heart.

I long for the bitter strength of winter to

Just let go, let go of choking me.
But here I am,

Still struggling to make my way

Out of the dark long night.

It’s a season I wish to deny,

A season I wish to omit.

But I can’t.

 

Life’s dark winter people just know

How to drain all the good out of me.

I can’t see the sun.

I can’t see the moon.

This winter storm blinds me to reality,

It makes me struggle to believe,

Spring is even still to come.

 

But I don’t give up.

I repeat my mantra,  Never give up,

As I battle this threshold

Between winter and spring.

 

So here I am praying with all I have left,

Winter please let go of me,

You bantered with me long enough.

Please just move on from me.

I pray.

I hope.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll open my eyes

To spring.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Cover photo credits: Photo by Christian Kielberg on Unsplash

Poetry: Locked in the Grey.

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

I lost my soul in another place.

The place inside me that was once sunshine

Has been taken from me.

My soul is lost in another place.

 

It’s a grey world here.

I don’t know sunshine no more.

Colors don’t exist,

In the city I reside.

I lost my soul,

And found this place.

 

Home is somewhere far away.

I am no longer there.

I’ve crossed into another realm,

That only thrives on destroying.

 

It branded me with a number.

Gave me low rank.

I had no choice

But to listen to the rules of this place.

It is the boss,

And I am the slave.

Never could I go to the portal again.

Never could I return to my soul’s place.

I am banished here,

In the Grey.

 

I remember the moment the portal closed.

As I was shunned to this realm,

I looked back and saw

my old soul stay in that place.

I cried, I begged for it not to go.

I pleaded not to leave me here.

I didn’t understand,

Why I was being locked out of

My former time and space,

Why I am now barred from

My very own soul.

 

 

Tears do nothing,

But etch more stains on my heart.

My heart now turned grey.

I have no meaning in this new place

I have lost my soul.

I have lost my soul in another place.

 

The world I once knew

Of sunshine and laughter

Of people who called my name.

This world is gone.

The place I once lived

With confidence, vibrancy

And unending dreams,

That place is gone.

 

Now I am locked out,

Locked out in the space

Of the Grey.

 

It is somewhere in between 2 worlds.

For I am neither dead,

Nor am I alive.

My soul was torn from me,

When I was banished

to the Grey.

 

The Grey,

The space where time, logic,

Feelings, and memories

Blur in and out of focus.

The place where people

Walk their skeleton shells,

With shackles, with chains,

With disgrace, with weight

Of it’s cruel misery.

 

The Grey,

I was banished to

Endure it’s barren,

It’s isolation,

It’s morbid pain.

 

I am locked out,

from my own soul.

I live in the Grey.

 

My body is inked with new names.

Despair. Anger. Sadness.

Loneliness. Shame, and Pain.

The place of the Grey

is my new home.

 

The only way to possibly escape

I was told,

Is to walk to edge of the

Grey where it touches the black wall.

 

The black gives way to

A bottomless hole.

It’s a place that would make

My existence forever disappear.

My heartbeat would cease to be.

I would no longer be a reality.

 

Every day I live here in the grey,

I walk by that pit, that wall of black.

It tempts me, to reach out my hand and touch it.

It taunts me to dare step in.

It tells me it’s what I deserve.

It tells me it’s the only way

Out of the Grey.

 

I close my eyes.

I remember the portal.

I squeeze my eyes tighter

And try envision my old soul.

I soak in the faded memory

of my soul laughing,

of colors painting my mind,

Of me planning, thriving,

Living a wonderful life.

 

I soak in the golden,

the moments I once had.

But when I blink my eyes back open,

I meet bitter reality.

I’m still here,

Locked in the Grey.

 

The portal isn’t open to me.

I don’t understand why.

I don’t understand why,

My soul was wretched away from me.

And thrust what was left

into this orb of darken grey.

 

It only rains tears here.

There is no sun.

There are even no stars.

There are no clouds.

It’s just a world of deep dark hues of grey.

You can feel its weight.

Oppression hovers deeper every day.

 

I know others have been cast away,

Through that same portal

Into the Grey.

I can’t really see them.

I just know they are here.

I wish I could reach out

And link with their arms.

I wish we could exchange a hug,

Or an understanding look of knowing,

We are both trapped in the Grey,

We have both lost our souls.

 

At least we could console each other

We aren’t here alone.

But we can’t do that.

We are each cast out,

Cast alone, under this spell.

 

We walk in the Grey,

Alone. Confused. Bewildered.

We don’t understand why

We were cut off from our souls.

All we know,

Right now, right here,

We are confined to the Grey.

 

I keep my eyes on that sealed portal.

My heart begs for it to open.

I also walk by the pit daily,

Wondering if it truly would

End my tormenting.

 

But I keep looking to the portal,

It’s the place holding my soul.

It’s the place I long to go.

It’s the place I’m meant to be,

For it holds the greatest part of ME,

My soul.

 

I keep casting helpless wishes

I breathe quiet prayers,

For someone, anyone to come.

All of us trapped in here need,

Someone strong to break the seal.

I’m holding out there is a power

Greater than this place,

A hero someday will reunite me

With my soul.

 

So this is where I am.

With my eyes on that portal,

I’m keeping watch.

I’m keeping watch,

While locked in the Grey.

 

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Always believe. Always hope. Always love will be. ❤