Poetry: Hold Me Close

By Monica C. Voskamp


Hold me close

When the shivers of the past

Clutch my throat.


Hold me close

As I can’t stop the shaking



Hold me close

And tell me a new message

Write into my soul every language

That will speak forever

The foreign words,



Just hold me close

As the pain weeps from my soul

It is dark– I’m sorry for that-

But I need you to stay

Don’t let me go.


Let me stay here for a moment longer

Let the pain weep bitterly

So all the poison comes out

Hold me close.


Be patient while I heal

Love, please promise me

You’ll hold me close.


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash


Poetry: Crystals of Beauty

By Monica C. Voskamp


Love is not selfish

Love is not selfish darling

Love is a gift

A Gift that gives.


Love is not selfish

Imprisoned pain is selfish

It wants to protect you

So badly So desperately

That it’s death grip hold

Clenches loves life out.


I’m not saying

It doesn’t hurt

I’m not saying

It isn’t fair

But I’m telling you

I’m reminding you

Love is greater than pain.


Hold onto what will

Move you forward

Not onto that which

Holds you stuck

Hold onto love my darling.



Love is not selfish

You should know that by now.

Love is not selfish

Darling it wants your best!


Let go a little hurt today

And give a little love.

The more you give

The more you live

Because love is

The catalyst not pain.


Pain is your friend to guide you

But can also be the enemy

To blind you

Let pain show you this

Love is not selfish

Bitter pain is.


Take your pain

Get creative

Take your pain

And write a new anthem

Don’t repeat history

Do something new!


Rewrite the lines of beauty

Not the fame, skin or wealth

Rewrite beauty true as she is

Love is not selfish.


Loves lives and gives

Love is the author to transform

All those blood drops of pain

Into crystal diamonds of love.


Love is not selfish darling.

Release your pain

Wear your diamonds

Crystals of beauty,



Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

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Poetry: Air of Love

By Monica C. Voskamp


Just a moment of beauty

I can’t hold my breathe much longer

I need just a moment of beauty

To keep me going down here.


Overwhelmed by this world

By poisonous lies

By wildfire evil

I gasp hard.


The fortress of hell is no longer hiding

It’s blazing stench is covering the earth

My soul can’t breathe in this horror

I need oxygen.


I gasp for hope,

For something cleansing, something pure

I’m just frantic to inhale,

Something, anything beautiful.


I steady myself to find a trace of life giving air

I search deep down in dark murky streets

And finally, finally

I find.


I find people.

People rising from ashes

People burned yet they rise

People hated yet they love

People wounded yet they heal.


What strange irony to find

In a planet twisted with so much chaos

Still there lives, still there breathes

People of courage.


Bearing warrior sized wounds

They rise

They heal

They give

They live.


They, the beautiful

They, the ones who emit

The air we need,

-I breathe in deep-

Air of Love.



Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

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Poetry: Bleeding Soul

By Monica C. Voskamp


Open pain gushing

Pouring down the rivers

Of my soul.


My heart bleeding

Out your name

Bleeding out loss





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


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. 💕

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Poetry: Nightmare Trauma

*** Trigger warning ***

By Monica C. Voskamp


Frozen pillar of femininity,

Stuck in time

Stuck in a memory

Of evil haunting.


Broken spell,

Touch of love

Poison gushing

Woman melting

Gasping for air.


Years of pain hidden

Now over taking,

Wounded woman reliving,



Gentle presence whispering

Holding her steady

As woman’s fragility

Shatters without warning.


Quiet presence listening

Screams releasing

Watching her nightmare

Resurface all over again.


Woman unfrozen

Woman broken

Woman reliving



Nightmare trauma,

Cruel suffering

To live it not once

But all over again.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Jachan DeVol on Unsplash