The Masquerade

A wall in her heart rose. Another door locked over her wounded soul. She wouldn't let in people who didn't care. Why trust people who just lock you up, don't give you dignity for simply being a human and don't even help the hurt deep inside? It didn't make sense. Sabrina walked away from the hospital and as she did put another piece of the mask over her being. Slowly she was building a masquerade to lock out humans, just like they were locking her out.

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 [...]

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. ❤ [...]

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 [...]