Poetry: Bleeding Soul

By Monica C. Voskamp

Bleeding

Open pain gushing

Pouring down the rivers

Of my soul.

 

My heart bleeding

Out your name

Bleeding out loss

Disappointment

Shock.

Pain.

 

Soul bleeding

Wishing it could

Change this twist in time.

 

Soul begging

For the truth to rewind

And play a different tune.

 

But truth is truth

It sings out it’s lyrics

Unashamed, Solid truth

Whether pain or joy

Truth says it’s honest voice.

 

And that’s why the truth hurts

Sometimes.

That’s why the soul feels

Rivers merging into

One big ocean

Of pain.

 

Soul heard a voice of truth

Truth that tore the inner

Foundations apart.

 

Bleeding Soul, 

This is what happened, 

You heard a truth and now,

You hurt.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

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

 

Poetry: ..dark torture..

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

Run. Run. You can run,

But the pain will still find you.

 

Numb. Numb. You can numb,

But the pain is still inside you.

 

Deny. Deny. Oh girl, you can deny,

But darling, the truth is

Your pain is very much alive.

 

Cry-yes, you will cry

It’s just part of the undoing.

 

Scream- yes, you will scream

As the wound is opened

And there is probing.

 

Regret. Regret. But you will not,

Regret.

You will not regret opening

The whole of your soul.

 

You will not regret saying:

Love, meet me right here.

Meet me in this dark abyss,

This dark torture named

Pain.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

**Photo Credit: Photo by Emiliano Vittoriosi on Unsplash

Poetry: Heart Broken

You may be but a breath away
Or You may be a mirage in my brain. I don’t know these days.
I don’t understand what is happening, Except this feeling invading me.

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

I can’t find the words to say my heart

It’s more all inside that’s broken apart.

I don’t know how to cope

With this looming fear,

I have to go this on my own.

 

Alone. Alone.

No one felt it more than You.

But alone, alone

Is all I can feel

All alone, yet here with You.

 

I try to reach out,

But even more I push away.

I want so much the love

Yet somehow I always find an escape.

I don’t understand,

This tug and pull in me.

I just want to be seen.

Seen and loved

Yet here I am,

Lost within the storm of me.

 

Alone. Alone.

No one felt it more than You do.

But alone, alone

Is all I can see.

Even here, while next to You.

 

You may be but a breath away

Or You may be a mirage in my brain.

I don’t know these days.

I don’t understand what is happening,

Except this feeling invading me.

 

Alone. Alone.

No one felt it more than You do.

But alone, alone

Is all I can feel

Even when You’re so close.

I’m still far,

Feeling alone from You.

 

Always believe. Always hope. Always love. ❤
*Cover Photo Credits: Photo by Aziz Acharki on Unsplash

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 a million glass pieces.

 

I don’t underestimate

The amount of work it will take

To find, to gather

The jagged parts of me.

 

Little pieces of me

They are lost right now,

In many dark corners.

This picture doesn’t make any sense.

And rightly so,

I’m dismantled.

 

You can’t see the beauty anymore,

My picture is all torn apart.

You don’t understand the why

But neither do I.

 

This is my futile attempt to explain

I’m disconnected from you,

Because I’ve been disconnected

From myself.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Cover Photo Credits: Photo by Jilbert Ebrahimi on Unsplash