By Monica C. Voskamp
Can you hear me, she asks.
Eyelids slowly lift up
Intense orbs gaze on you.
Time stands still in this
Intimate exposure of truth.
No words are spoken at all
Just a million and one shades
Of questions and concerns
Of worries and fears
Of love clearly written.
All these bold rippling
Shades of vulnerable blue
Locking eyes with lucky you.
Can you hear me, she asks,
While speaking nothing at all.
© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
By Monica C. Voskamp
I watch her spin and turn
She glides across the floor
On tiptoe flawlessly.
I watch her fall and rise
The beauty and chaos
Holds me mesmerized.
I watch her dance
Across the stage of life
Her body soulful and sweet
Laughter floats across the floor
Her smile plays on cherry lips
Her eyes send a charming spark.
Yet her spirit bitterly laughs inside
For all is not what is really seems
It is merely an illusion of the eyes.
© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@simonsun2017
By Monica C. Voskamp
You can’t erase
All that pain.
You can’t magically
Replace the hurt.
You can’t undo
Anything that is past.
You can’t.
And that you can’t
Makes you feel
Powerless.
Powerless, the power
You’ve known so well.
You can’t change
All that was done.
You can’t rewind
And recreate.
You can’t
And that is what
Tears your soul
Every day.
You can’t change
Every mistake
You can’t and
This is the battle which
You must contend:
You can’t.
When you realize you can’t,
When you realize this fact
Can be flipped like a coin,
You see the other half
You see the other truth.
You realize you also
Can.
© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
*Photo Credit: Photo by Andrew Neel on Unsplash
By Monica C. Voskamp
Blackened heart
Scorching veins
Smoking rooms
Moving chains.
Confined soul
Losing faith.
Guilty wretch
Of sinfulness.
Drowning soul
On repeat.
This desperate place
So far from home.
No where to run
No where to go.
No one to trust
No allies left.
No one but her
Blackened heart
No one but her
And madness.
© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@theonlynoonan
By Monica C. Voskamp
All she could see was the dark.
Everywhere she looked was masked
With thick oozing blood of black.
Nothing was as she wished it could be.
She pushed hard her hands against
The thick wall of pitch black dark
Her hands probed but felt nothing
Nothing but heavy air.
Disappointed by not deterred
She forced wide an opening hole
And called out loud just to find
Nothing there but silence bare.
She winced to push her body through
Her self made portal of eerie black.
She tapped the channel of inner pain
Her energy to guide the way.
She felt herself tumble then hurl
Free fall to an unseen realm below.
For years and years all she did was fall
Spiralling in loneliness and sorrow.
Finally she landed on a hard platform
The air was thick with her own pain.
Despair the only oxygen she gulped in
Hopelessness daily fed her veins.
Desperation and bitter fierce screams
She filled the chamber with agony tears.
She whispered a death mercy prayer
Nothing more left to give.
And that’s when her spirit felt,
A strange presence alert her mind,
“Don’t give up strong warrior
Hope is still found down here.”
She hung onto that breathe of life
With new energy flushing her veins.
She welcomed it’s warmth to penetrate
Feeling a strength vibrate her hands.
Her fingers unfolded beams of light
Their power crumbling layers of dark.
All she could see for light years ahead
Was her own beautiful stars.
© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
Photo Credit: Photo by Christopher Campbell on Unsplash
