I Am The Author
And Dreams, The Actor
Petticoats and the devil's grin
a spirit begs to come within
A crime committed, selfish sins
a cast away with broken limbs
I woke to stillness in my bed
listened to voices in my head
That held me like book unread
with snake eyes on a copperhead
A shadow flits and flails above me
at midnight hour, we clearly see
The souls we were, tell us a tale
rare sightings of a nightingale
She calls to me, a freedom offers
the story told, and I the author
Decides the fates that I would face
I'll write myself some saving grace
Direct myself to slow the pace
the winner of this human race
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Comments (6)
Evocative, powerful & lovely.
Luv this one!
That is fabulous. Well done.
The line "the winner of this human race" is a triumphant statement of self-belief. The speaker has overcome their challenges and emerged victorious.
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You are the author and a Great Piece of work♥️✨📝😉