at the tip of my fingers
on the tip of my tongue,
standing up on my tiptoes
to feel the sun
*
just out of reach
somehow out of time
another lesson between
paradox and paradigm
*
i cannot unsay
what has never been said
i cannot replay
the words stuck in my head
*
stuck on my tongue
with no way to break free
like a song that's unsung
or a drop in the sea
*
building bridges to bridge gaps
that separate me from thoughts
creating new maps
to avoid fights, already fought
*
redesigning someone better, than she was before
i before me, walking through a new door
erasing mistakes, boldly scrawled, on the floor
to stop me from measuring what i did once more
*
eliminating molehills
to stop the mountains from climbing
wearing kid gloves, with my feels
to feed the chaos, I'm hiding
*
so many faces, with only one name
i, her and she, we're all one and the same
learning to like this reflection i see
coming to copes with my identities
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (4)
building bridges to bridge gaps that separate me from thoughts creating new maps to avoid fights, already fought Gosh I loved that stanza so much! Awesome poem!
Wonderfully evocative in every strophe. May you come to know yourself in all things as "beloved".
This is great, especially "eliminating molehills to stop the mountains from climbing." Love it.
This is a fascinating treatise on psychology and emotion. Very well done.