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when I'm stuck in my head
it's a game that I play
mixing words that were said
changing things that I say
hoping to be free
from the shackles that bind
finally feeling complete
leaving the world behind
another image of me
exposing where I belong
where the things that I see
unresolved right or wrong
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (9)
I like how the different messages in this convey the idea of being stuck in your own thoughts. “ hoping to be free from the shackles that bind” is such a big line in both readings too.
We do that to ourselves and with the words of other I think x Beautifully penned as always 🤍
This felt very relatable! Loved your poem!
A mind game of dyslexia, word jumbles creating new possibilities whether for good or ill, entertaining or excusing oneself before returning to reality.
yes....I do that all the time...
Nice!!
Very nice poem
Fabulous!!!💕❤️❤️
Great word play.