Poetry: Illusion of the Eyes

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
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@simonsun2017

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.

 © 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
Always believe. Always hope. Always love.  💓
*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@krivitskiy

Poetry: We Didn’t Drown

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

You could have walked away

In distain.

You could have looked away

From my pain.

You could have left me to tire out

You could have let the waves

Take hold of me.

 

But you are not the fool

To play the part

Of watching a tired soul

Drown.

 

You risked your life by

Saving mine.

You gave your strength

To chains prisoning me.

You dove that deep

To make sure I would swim

Free.

 

You didn’t walk away

In my wrestling.

You didn’t walk away,

No, you stayed.

 

I could’ve drowned.

I could’ve been deprived

Of all my oxygen.

I could’ve died

In my chains.

But you made sure

That wasn’t the fate for me.

You made sure that wasn’t

The last page of my history.

 

I didn’t die that long hard night

I didn’t drown.

When I couldn’t fight the waves

And was crying out,

You reached out.

You showed me

Hands of love don’t judge,

They reach out.

 

I didn’t drown; I didn’t die.

My body didn’t turn bloated blue.

I’m not on that ocean bed tonight,

Because someone was brave enough

To swim the depths to me

To guide me to the surface,

To see me

Breathe.

 

I will always remember that someone

That heroic someone

Who saw the miracle through,

Who now says with me:

We didn’t drown.

We defied the storm.

We’re swimming weightless,

Free.

 

Always believe. Always hope. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Tyler Lastovich on Unsplash

Poetry: Last Prayer.

I’m fighting the current
But I’m all worn out.
I cannot keep quiet
Soon I will drown.

By Monica C. Voskamp

The water I live in
Is much too deep.
These waves I am treading
Have me losing my strength.
God I can’t breathe much longer,
I’m sinking right now.

Rescue Me.
Rescue Me.
I cannot swim in this water too deep.
Rescue Me.

I can’t see the shoreline
I can’t see a light.
Darkness has covered
Hope from my eyes.
I need a shelter
From this weary place.
I need a rescue
From this raging wind.

Rescue Me.
Rescue Me.
I cannot swim in this water too deep.
Rescue Me.

 

I’m fighting the current
But I’m all worn out.
I cannot keep quiet
Soon I will drown.
I don’t see my rescue
I feel the undertow.
I’m sending an SOS
Cause I’m going down.
Rescue Me.
Rescue Me.
I cannot swim in this water too deep.
Rescue me.

I need your lifeline.
The surface is fading, fast.
I need a rescue
Time is running out.

Rescue me.
Rescue me.
Catch me as I’m sinking
In this water so deep.
Rescue me.

Only you can fight this current.
Only you can reach me.
Only you can be my lifeline.
This my last prayer,
Rescue me.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤
Cover Photo Credit: Photo by Christopher Campbell 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