Life, And Its Many Masks
My Identity
The question posed of, who am i?
At first, might sound, easy enough
The truth is harder, when magnified
Digging deeper, gets a little rough
A mom, a friend, my father’s daughter
My failures and every success
All the trials that made me faulter
The ones that got me here, I guess
The hurt of being lost and broken
The constant struggle to get by
The whispers I have, still unspoken
Holding hope, here, in my mind
A sensitive, senseless day-dreamer
Longing to be the next big thing
The first to admit, a hopeless schemer
Offering pieces, left of me
I’m not at all, what I had planned for
But somehow, my kids reflect my best
Since I surrendered them, my heart
They are the pride, tucked here-in my chest
So, what of my identity
Is worthy of your attention
My grasping at creativity
Conveying feelings, I need to mention
I am the whole of my mistakes
The laughter and the dreams that bind me
My heart, when full and as it breaks
Everything shown and whats unseen
The fragmented fool, forging this fortress
A soul, seeking solace, from life’s race
My fragile heart healing and restless
This simple, aging, happy face
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (9)
Agree with Rachel, that line is perfect. Really liked the acceptance in this 🤍
"I am the whole of my mistakes." Great line. I think mistakes make us. I wouldn't want a life of pain but the painful experiences mean I have lived courageously and with commitment. That can be no bad thing. We all wear masks, I think. Congrats on TS. Love the photos you used too; the eyes behind the glasses!
Yes, Kelli, you are all of this & so much more. And so long as the happiness is not simply on the surface but penetrates deep inside your heart, that is good.
MANY MASKS ONE SOUL. MANY MASKS OF REINCARNATIONS FOR ONE SOUL
A soul, seeking solace, from life’s race. This line was very relatable. Loved your poem!
Simply beautiful, as always
A very lovely poem! Well done.
Simply beautiful. Congrats on the TS.
This was so deep and powerful! Fantastic poem!