No More……

Time
rolls forward
never backward
for if it did
all who regret
who dismay
would want to try to change
the mistakes of their pasts.
Are they truly mistakes?
I don’t know about you
but me
my mistakes
they are what have molded me
what have changed me
what have made me the woman I am…..
Yet I am not only my mistakes.
I am my strength.
I am my dreams.
I am my truth.
My desires.
I am me.
Missing…..
forgotten…..
strength……
truth…..
me…..
A butterfly
erupting from its cocoon
bursting upward
caught within the halestrome
free finally……
Belief is a many faceted thing
when lost
laying broken at ones feet
head hung
tears crying.
No more.
No more loss.
No more grief.
No more……
No more
is my new mantra
positive
freeing
for no more
shall I fall at anyone’s feet
I am my truth
my healing…..
myself.
March 11/19

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

79 thoughts on “No More……”

      1. I wish I could post gifs on here because I was thinking of Patrick Star from sponegebob with a dumb look on his face…. 🤤 this was the best I could do… 😕

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      2. There’s people trying to have serious conversations and talk about your poem intellectually and I’m posting gifs of spongebob…. 🤦‍♂️

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      3. I have no idea why, but I kept thinking about that picture of the warrior woman and was thinking something about snow and thunder…. and then wrote that lol!!

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