Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

Joined October 2020

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Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition

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that ol' christmas box
i found an old box of moms christmas decor in the back of my walkout closet i sat in the living room watching tv when i finally decided to rummage through it
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden29 days ago in Poets
The Cleansing Burn
I got lost in the hurt Gave away my desire And when the ashes were burnt I extinguished the fire Convinced the lesson was learned
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Let It Shine
I need someone who Plays with the fire in my eyes Not extinguish it
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Coolness Of Ash
bones afire Begging for the coolness of ash Smeared boldly on the face of the defeated Bravely tired As we prepare the race to be completed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Tangled
Anchored in connection Sharing pieces of our soul Every cell redirected Establishing roots as we grow Blending with one another
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Flourishing Together
Surrounded and supported by ones we hold dear Like the branches and roots of a tree Pushing and pulling, changing every year
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Tree Tattoos
I carved with love, my name, into that bark like I was leaving a tattoo The ones I also etched into my heart Root to stem it played a part
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Our Frozen Rituals
The cold was like an invitation to adventure, and one we looked forward to, like the fourth of July, anxiously anticipating the first hints of snowfall like fireworks. As Christmas break drew closer, we watched excitedly, as the sky turned the color of old iron. Suggesting that old man winter would soon be slowly and methodically making his way across the corn field graveyards and settling in, as if he was giving us permission to begin.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Humans
Flying Embers
a lone ember rose into the darkness, floating away in the night searching for some tinder or spark to ignite traveling for miles, a passion burning within
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
A Calendar Journey
I stand waiting for hope at the edge of December Still waiting on wishes that I made in July Do I still believe it ? I guess, September remembers
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
A Child's Imagination
oh, to live rent free in that space between dreams and reality where you can taste what you see and hear with your mind i would find me a seat somewhere neath a willow tree
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Fickle Flames
I don’t know how I imagined this moment would go Everything grew darker and the room became cold I reached out for comfort with no one to hold
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets