Ice Princess
Bar-less Prison
the ice around her heart was an illusion
she thought it kept her safe and far from harm
quickly she learned the truth from her confusion
there’s no escaping lies, laced with charm
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so she added flames erupting from her fingers
no one would dare intend to cause her pain
alas, she found the ache inside just lingered
she vowed never to use her heart again
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but, a heart of ice and fingers of fire became her prison
and she, the only prisoner it held
seems the only thing that fear kept hidden
was the true expression of how she really felt
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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I Remember
Dear Love, I remember the feel of your breath on my skin and the beat of my heart in my chest I remember the way my breath trembled within as you stole what resistance was left * I remember the way my name fell from your lips as you surrendered your love, no reprise And the depths that you went, while taking a dip in the pools of my innocent eyes * I remember my will slowly becoming yours as I gave everything that I was I remember unlocking each one of my doors and feeling no reason to pause * I remember the moment you shattered it all for your promises were made of glass Every moment was planned to answer your call as your feelings for me quickly passed * I remember the look of shock in your eyes as I packed, taking back what was mine I remember the horror and shock of surprise when I longed once again to be fine. * Oh, the traces of love we so eagerly carve on our hearts, our souls and our minds When we would have been better to cautiously starve for another, more gentle and kind * Yet, the heart wants what it wants, and that battle is fierce, The humbled broken, now give no response as the poison from your kiss casually pierced For was there ever really a chance? Goodbye, Me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
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Poignant poem Kelli. 🥰
Beautifully worded, as always. This has such depth and sadness to it. Wonderful job!
What we won't do to keep ourselves from getting hurt, & what do we lose in the process. Poetically tragic.
Simply sad and beautiful!