Poetry: Hiding Away

By Monica C. Voskamp

Hide, hide away.
Under the covers,
Under bulky sweaters.

Hide, hide away
With the oreos
With the ice cream.

Hide, hide away
Deny, deny away
All those feelings.

You can hide,
You can deny,
You can lie.

But darling your life
Is worth far more
Than hiding away.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

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Poetry: Guiding Light

By Monica C. Voskamp

She finally saw the stars

Long been told and known as

An evil curse.

Now staring at these lights

She saw they weren’t anything 

Like she had heard.

The tiny orbs were beautiful,

Divine pinpricks in the sky

Contraire to a curse.

Many years she had believed

The night time glowing stars would

Be the death of her.

But all this time,

Those ‘cursed stars’ actually were

Her guiding light.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash

Poetry: Unicorn Dreams

By Monica C. Voskamp

She was a beauty.

I tilted her chin up.

Last week’s scars had healed.

The body was such a magical thing.

She dusted off her hands

As she got up from her fall x 102.

She was a determined spirit

And had her eyes set on

Biking the family ride

To Auntie Kimmy’s house.

Mommy, look I can finally make it down

To the creek, I know how to ride my bike!!”

She hurried on with excitement,

“Then maybe next week we can go to

The woods and see my very first unicorn.

Mommy, can we please?!”

I smiled at the excited glowing eyes

Looking up at me.

Such vulnerable orbs

Full of unrealistic hopes and dreams.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her

That unicorns aren’t real…

But I didn’t stifle that magic

Shining from her eyes and soul.

Because someday my little girl

Would grow up and make her place

In this world.

And now I see every day

She lived fully believing

Nothing was really beyond reach

She saw a dream to chase

In every little thing.

It’s 20 years later,

And I’m smiling, remembering.

She found out the forest woods had

No unicorns at all,

Which she took in stride.

After a few moments of sad,

She raced that little 2 wheeler home,

Took out her huge drawing pad,

Sprawled out on the floor

And spent hours and hours

Drawing, colouring, creating.

Then she came to me and said,

See mommy, I wrote a story

About the unicorns that got lost

And no longer live here.

I made them a magical place

On all these pages so

They could have a home.”

She beamed in sheer delight,

 I admit I cried my eyes out

Agreed and thanked her

For giving the unicorns

A home.

I still cherish that moment,

The moment I knew

My little girl would grow up

And make a difference in this world.

And I watch with joy

As she paints unicorn dreams

In her own family and career.

But really it all started

Not as a full grown woman,

But as a 7 year old girl

Who believed in

Unicorn dreams.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Patricia Prudente on Unsplash

Poetry: Work So Hard

By Monica C. Voskamp


Work so hard just to

Create a space where you feel



Work so hard just to

Pretend everyday that you are



Work so hard just to

Prove to everyone you are



Work so hard just to

Hope to God you won’t come



Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤️

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Poetry: A Thousand Steps of Faith

By Monica C. Voskamp

Come, just one more. ”

I protest, “Didn’t you see

How many steps I took

All of yesterday?!”

“Come,” you say

“Just one more today

One foot forward is

All  you need to take.”

You gently wait

Till I nod and agree.

We breathe in hope 

More than we can see. 

I do what’s possible 

And you do the same.

Together we paint a sunrise 

A thousand steps of faith.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

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