Poetry: Anxiety

By Monica C. Voskamp

Hands clutching round my throat

I struggle for a breath.

Heart beats pounding in my chest

I struggle to get free.

Captor laughs in scorn

Mocking words: “You want Free?”

His grip tightens harder

As his fingers interlock around me.

I writhe and struggle

Gasp and try scream

Desperate words: “Let me free”

But this captor has no mercy for me.

The lights and room start to blur

I know my minutes are few

I lurch forward once more

To try shake his hands off me.

“I want free,” I moan

But nothing can change the grip

Until I realize first my captor

He is named Anxiety.

Always believe. Always hope. Always love.  💓
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Poetry: Afraid of Love

By Monica C. Voskamp


So afraid

Afraid to trust

Afraid the girl inside me

Will be betrayed once more

Afraid the woman I travel inside

Will be discarded, kicked out the door

Afraid so afraid to let anyone dare

Dare come into this haven place

This vulnerable fragile soul

Afraid so afraid to trust

Trust one more time

Afraid of love.


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

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Poetry Story: Orb of Love

By Monica C. Voskamp


Stories told long ago of a fairytale world.

After years of searching woman finally found,

The mystic wonder globe.


Now, now it’s standing in front of her,

An enchanting sight,

A diamond orb of love.


Peering inside, woman sees a magical scene,

Rainbow colour notes are welcoming

They play so beautifully, like angels wings

A peaceful song she’s never heard before.


For a moment, woman hesitates.

It’s a new world, very foreign to her.

She’s been on the outside for so long.

Maybe it’s too late to embrace

Such a different alluring place,

Orb of love.


She has no idea the immensity of power,

She has no idea the magnitude of beauty

It both frightens and beckons her soul

Calling her, inviting her

Come enjoy, discover and explore

Orb of love.


Woman tilts her head to listen.

Music’s playing from the orb

Such a soul soothing melody

Such  captivating sounds

Every fiber of her being is called.


She can resist no more.

Woman of fear steps forward

Into the orb.


She walks inside the sparkling sphere

Mesmerized, spellbound she can’t deny

Clearly, the magic is here.


Warm living colours dance around her slow

Welcoming, gently caressing her being.

Joy, laughter, love and peace

These, the colours, musical notes

All welcoming her in.


She smiles as the magical wisps tickle her lips

Begging her to sing,

She laughs as colours dance through her hair

Helping her find new rhythm.


She allows the vibes to embrace her

And for a moment, she just breathes in.

One by one the wisps soak into her soul,

Producing a feeling completely beautiful.


She closes her eyes blissfully.

The magic is happening,

Little does she realize

Transformation is only beginning.


The atmosphere takes over

Everything within her slows

Her mountain load of worries pain and sorrow

Being to dissipate into the world

Of free, joy, love and healing.


It’s perfect she thinks.

Maybe too perfect, she wonders.

Her heart freezes at the thought.

Maybe it’s too good to be true

Maybe it’s just a trick

Maybe it’s just another lie

From the sick twisted world

She’s always known.


Old voice of fear calls out,

She hears him in outside winds.

His voice is faded yet she still hears

He is warning her, warning her of something.

She stops to listen.


Suddenly the colors step back

Gently but clearly giving her space.

His shadowed voice calls to her

The wind of fear speaks harsh.

Girl, how dare you leave me,

Get out of this place,

Get out now.


The familiar of fear throws her body into action.

Woman runs from the orb to the entry.

She picks up her discarded shield and sword

Ready to defend herself

Ready to fight against

All  forces of the orb.


But to her surprise

The glowing winds of magic

Just quietly look on, just quietly hum

Their soothing tranquility song.


Woman looks to the door

It’s open, giving free access.

She remembers the dark

Her old familiar friend

Fickle friend of past,

Haunting voice of terror

Voice of fear.


She shivers remembering.

The fingers of his voice

Always clenching her being.

She sees him at the door,

Threatening, lurking

Trying to regain his power.


He taunts her low,

Woman, you don’t deserve the orb

What makes you think you are worthy?


Don’t believe the orb,

Don’t believe in hope.

Believe what you know..

Shame, pain, sorrow and hate.


So come back,

Come dance the shadows with me,

Here in your rightful place,

Hiding, cowering,

My slave.



The sound of her voice is surprisingly loud.

Her head firmly shakes No.

Her hands place both sword and shield on the ground,

Surrendered, unafraid.

No, I won’t, she defies Fear.


I’ve been too long pursuing

Too long fighting for me to give up now.

The orb is real. Love is real.

I’ve found what I’ve been

Searching for.


She kicks her weapons hard out the door

And hears a wounded cry

Fear howling protest

But he leaves rejected,



The gentle vibes glow soft and come close

Circling the woman with kindness

Yes, she cries, yes please hold me now.

She lets the airs of love filter newness

In every strand of DNA.


The wisps carry her to orb’s center,

With colours transmitting only brighter.

Hope and peace, such unknown ecstasy

Woman’s mind, soul and body

Both lost and found in this

The magical world.


She feels the warmth,

She feels the glow,

She feels the heartbeat rhythm,

Orb of Love.


Divine gently rewrites inside

A new melody starts playing

And now she knows.


She knows what she has found.

She’s found the impossible,

She’s found what was waiting

All her life long.


Woman brave found the orb of love

Woman brave found the song

Her heart’s been aching for,



Always hope. Always believe. Always love.  ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

Poetry: Be Brave

By Monica C. Voskamp

You need to be brave.

You need to stop this running

And finally face the storm.


Be brave.

This is what you need to conquer.

This is what you need to find



Face your storm, my dear

It’s time for you to rise up

And weather this storm

With dignity.


Be brave.

Exhale your fears

Ground yourself

In this place.


Be brave.

Anchor in Love,

Your victory flag.


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

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Poetry: ..fear is a god..

By Monica C. Voskamp

Fear is a god.
That’s who I have worshiped
My subconscious has known this long,
My inner being has protested, strong.

It stuns me to admit
all this religion has been wrong,
Dead wrong.

Fear is a god
And one I knew well.
It all makes sense,
I didn’t know love
I didn’t know God.
I knew fear.
I knew fear
Not God.

I’m stunned and appalled.

Appalled at myself

Appalled at the church.

We got it catastrophically wrong,

the very fundamentals of who is God,

Was exchanged for a lie, a fraud.


I grew up in a cult not church.
I grew up in lies not truth.
I grew up under fear not God.

It relieves me very much that I bear the name of love.
It’s in my name, my DNA,
The reminder of who is God.

I bear a name I’m proud to own
A name that forever hails the truth: Love.
Fear isn’t God,
Love is.
Love is God.

Always believe. Always hope. Always love. 💕

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