right in the middle of my ordinary
chaos came out to play
it’s freedom was wild and extraordinary
prophetic, profound and gay
I tried to hold on to the feeling
explain my lonely away
longing for a sweet sense of healing
but my quixotism got in the way
when the moment passed by, then it hit me
I was missing the point of this life
it’s all fun and games till you forget how to play
and the ordinary doesn’t hit right
so, I decided to let go of perfect
let the child inside take control
there’s a lot to be said of imperfect
cleansing the heart, mind and soul
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
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Comments (5)
Another one to learn from. Good work.
Second tale of the joy of imperfection I've read this morning. Perhaps there's a message for me today....
Bravo, keep it up
This was so relatable, Kelli! Healing our inner child is like self-care. And living life through play is more important than perfectionism.
Accept my appreciations Kelli.