Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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In A While
Dear Instant, How were we to measure your value. How can your worth be surmised? Is it in a kiss or final farewell? Maybe you are best measured by the emotions you infuse. Marking us, casting imprints on our memories, creating an insatiable desire for more.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
I Love Ya Tomorrow
Dear tomorrow, If you never come, I understand. If I wake to find all of my tomorrows used up, lying next to me, scrawled into a planner, with all of my best intentions. Thank you. Thank you for delivering me from yesterday. Thank you for the clean slate provided each day, with the rising of the sun. I will rest in the knowing that you were never promised to me, you were and are, a gift. The tomorrow that held my plans, keeping me hopeful, when the days got long and stole my sparkle. You always offered something new, crisp and fresh like the sun on dew dipped daisies. I took it for granted, that you would continually be waiting for my next step into your welcoming arms. The ones that promised and delivered second chances and do-overs. Never failing to pick me up and get my feet back on solid ground. But, if you do decide to come again, I promise to do better. I promise to be better to myself and the ones around me. I will wake from my dreams ready to make them reality. I will create a better tomorrow, today. I will stop putting off, what needs to be done today. I will make priority the things that will not, can not, should not wait. If you come, I will be waiting. I will be ready. I will be...
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Time Flies
Dear Fleeting Moment, Before this one passes, I will try to say it fast Don't' need no rosie colored glasses, to know it's hard to make one last. You pass by, before we know it - the next one waiting there in line, to press the hands a little faster, stealing moves from father time.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
A Trial Run
Dear Guardian Angel, I'm not sure what you did wrong to get saddled with me and all of my baggage. but it must have been pretty bad. My life has been nothing short of a shitshow, as I'm sure you are well aware. It always has been, if I am honest. From the earliest days I can remember. I pick and choose memories, remembering them as the best days, the good ol' days, but in reality, we were simply surviving. And you were there. It wasn't until I was much older that I realized, what we did, what we saw, was not normal. As a kid, you don't have a clue that not everyone, in fact, most, would never experience what we did, and that it was not normal. And still you stayed with me. Maybe I needed to experience those things to keep me sane as I went through the events that have taken place the past several years. A trial run. I am now able to give myself a bit of credit. Most people would have surrendered, quit, given up, after all of the things that happened. God knows I wanted to. But here I am. I don't know what string, which thread, or what kind of hope kept me rolling out of bed and mimicking normal, day after day. I guess that was you, thank you. Somedays, I catch my reflection, and still see that little girl, hopeful, bold and stubborn. I wonder if she looks back and scoffs, disappointed at how I handled things, at who we've become. I've got this to say to the two of you, just wait. I have no intention of giving up now. I am yet to be what I am meant to be. That day is coming. Thank you for all of your hard work and prodding, it has been an investment, that soon, will pay off. I hope you are proud. Your work in progress - K
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
