(Lackadaisically)
Welcome The Shattering
I've hidden myself away safely, for years
I've learned sharing only tears the stitches out
those thoughts fueled by the memory of hurt and fear
That we lightly made fashionable art
Out on the edge of release, I lean
Tempting both, gravity and knowing
Though deep the shadows, our innocence was preened
The cleansing winds always keep blowing
Beyond the canyons of despair
To the mountaintops of healing
Here we go again, I'll admit
It feels like window shopping
Picking with care the ones that no longer fit
With the new ones, a mathematical swapping
Releasing ones with limited power
and the ones that I've packed even deeper
Growing inside, a full garden of flowers
Another maniacally skilled minesweeper
Tearing away at the newly formed scars
To examine the ones without fragments
Facing the baggage of previous wars
To cleanse the ones that have become stagnant
So, to tell you the secrets that I hold inside
I risk renewing the wounds that once killed me
But I stand on the new growth with a newly found pride
Performing religious rites like those of a priest
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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I saw a headline in the Salina Journal (our nearest daily newspaper) that it's now considered passe to say "killed". They're the wounds that made you "unalive".
Oh, I like this, Kelli. <3 Tell me more secrets ;)
Relationships all have their ups and downs and you always seem to make the right choices. Good job.
"Out on the edge of release" - this line really struck me, thank you for sharing.
A great piece of art. I loved it... I'd love if you read my story and give me an honest feedback. I am completely new and want to get some reviews. This would be really kind of you
-Though deep the shadows, our innocence was preened The cleansing winds always keep blowing- Loved that line! And great pic!!!
This is great work, my friend. Especially "So, to tell you the secrets that I hold inside I risk renewing the wounds that once killed me."
"It feels like window shopping" indeed. I could relate to this poem in so many levels. Thank you for writing 🙂