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Best Poems Written by Dee Styke

Below are the all-time best Dee Styke poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Who I am

It’s hard to know who I am when 
who I was is no more 
but still lingers and her fingers 
stick and poke my brain with remembers that sting.
But here’s the thing, 
remembers may be real or only half, 
the half that lingers still but not the whole, 
others take their halves when they go. 
So not halves, maybe a quarter? 
How much do I take that isn’t mine? 
These burdens that rarely cease, 
thoughts race chaotic,
the furrow in my brow ever creases.  
I breathe in and out
Why am I so dramatic 
I lay down to sleep in pieces

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Haunted and happy

It continues to chase, like a relentless hunter in pursuit of its prey. Ever seeking, ever stalking. My neck tingles with that feeling you get, you know the one, when something is there, yet isn’t. When something is happening, but stillness remains. The mind ticks and ticks, drips like an old sink never fixed. Not noticed until it is, then it can’t be unheard. It grows louder still, while the quiet persists. How can the world go on as normal when it seems all is crashing? 
Then sweetness bursts into the room, warm and bubbly, full of smiles “play with me grandma!” All is joy and songs again…

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To trust just this once

My earliest memories taught me
love is a tool used to manipulate,
to hurt, to force one’s will, to teach others to 
behave in a specific way. 
A promise one made but never meant.
 
In essence make believe, a fairytale like the movies, 
a happily ever after that never really was. 
 
My world view throughout life. Keeping others at a distance to protect the shell of self. 

Into parenthood i brought these values, giving what I had, an offering unwanted by all before. Can kids see through? 

Once, even grown, she said she wanted
to spend time with me, 
I found it quite disconcerting. 
Overwhelmed by the realization that 
her affection for me was genuine. 

No hidden agenda, a desire to connect. 
Hide my surprise, emotion washed over me. 
Is it possible, genuine affection, one for another?

Did the world shift?

is it true? Perhaps it’s real. 
Maybe I can trust. Maybe just this once.

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Autonomy

I did not understand what this word meant. 
Why was it important? 
I read the definition  “self-directing freedom, especially moral independence”
A word that had meaning but carried no weight.  
No never meant no. It meant a laugh, a sneer or worse was completely ignored. 
Rights were something given to those who “deserved” them. 
White men who somehow just by nature of pigmentation and gender could take what they wanted and do whatever harm they pleased. 
Autonomy was for the chosen ones I thought. 
A word made up for others.  

My life completely changed not long ago. A hard fought struggle for something I didn’t think existed. I looked and saw it there with me.  “self-directing freedom, especially moral independence” 
I didn’t recognize it at first. 
Then it came to me.  Autonomy.  :)

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Light

A light glimmers. Dim at first but light can’t be hidden for long.  Darkness cannot overcome the light. Your light, yes, that light burst out of me even when the darkness seeks to consume. Darkness that rolls like thunder coming in from the north. Seems unstoppable. But you are unstoppable. You tell the darkness no more and it ceases.  My mind takes me back. The tricks it plays when I forget. When I go too far in and the light seems dim. Did light ever exist? I cannot remember the day but only night.   
A light glimmers. Dim at first but light can’t be hidden for long.