Poetry: Door of Doom

By Monica C. Voskamp

She pushed the door harder

It still wouldn’t budge.

Hours of work were

Now seemingly in vain.

In frustration, she slumped

Her body against the old

Wooden frame before she

Sank to the floor.

It was then she heard it,

A slow eerie creak.

Her waning hope burst

Into a surge of adrenaline.

She banged her shoulders

Hard against the wood

And suddenly she fell

Backwards as the door


She stared eyes large

At the scene she saw.

Above her head was

The thickest black

Swirling heavy mass

Penetrating darkness

Over her.

She then realized

The frightening truth,

This was a reluctant

Door for a reason.

It was never meant

To be opened so easy.

She swallowed hard

The feeling of terrified.

She had just broke into

The door of doom.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

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Poetry: Pretty Red Door

By Monica C. Voskamp

I entered and that I regret, 

The room with the pretty red door.

It wasn’t so pretty inside.

It was colourless yet you could feel

The depth of black evil.

You could taste the sound of deep sorrow.

You could feel the pain of grave mistakes.

It wasn’t a pretty room, no. 

It was a room that led to endless

Tunnels channeling deeper into

Dark anxiety and twisted hands of pain.

It wasn’t a pretty room, 

It just had a pretty red door.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤️

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Poetry: The Contention

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, 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


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

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Poetry: Fires of Yesterday

By Monica C. Voskamp

Standing at the edge of today

You look around with disbelief and disdain

The house has burned to black ashes now

Only distant memories run and around and play.

Standing in the midst of those memories

You look and around, pause and contemplate

The years have spit out flames of evil and hate

Till finally, predictably, they burned down the whole place.

Standing in the rawest part of your soul

You look around, grieve and weep uncontrolled

The love you gave has been torched and burned alive

Nothing is left of those years but regrets and wasted time.

Standing with the past, the present and future days

You bear old scars and determine with resolve and brave

The fires of yesterday are gone, with only you to remain.

You left to build your castle of dreams and good

You left to build the beauty you’ve longed to give

You left to build the cause you’ve been fighting for.

You’re free, standing strong now

The ashes have been swept away.

The fires of yesterday are no more,

The castle of your dreams awaits.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

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Poetry: Summer Song

By Monica C. Voskamp


Floated away

Late one summer’s eve

My heart’s song.


I search the wind

The forests deep

I search the creeks,

The streams and trees

But cannot find her.


Captured somewhere

Her voice can’t speak

My heart’s song.


I call out to the stars

I scream into the dark

I call her name loud

Every turn I make

Yet still cannot find

My heart’s song.


I’m so sorry

Tears stream down

I’m sorry for mistaking

The beauty you were

And letting the dark

Become your hiding place.


I’m so sorry

Again I apologize

I know you’re afraid

I know you’re broken

Silent melody now.


Hiding somewhere

Scared to come out

My heart’s song.


I won’t give up

I know you’re longing

To play notes of joy

I promise you,

You will sing again.


I will find you,

Mend your broken strings

Hold you close, help you see

It’s still possible

To sing.


I catch winter’s cold

Let him carry me

Into the ice below

Determined to find

My heart’s song.


Frozen somewhere

In past chaos,

She is covered deep

Waiting for warmth

Of gentle healing free.


I’ll find the key

With sunlight’s love

Melt frozen lyrics

Free serenade sweet

My summer song.


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

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