willingly lost in a moment
led astray by a thought
misguided by the notion
that I am one with it
surreal scenes of wonder
collect like rain on the sill of my soul
shining thin lines of light on my darkness
that inner turmoil that stirs my journey
causing me to rise in the morning
peace knocks on my window
casting shards of hope into my emptiness
shattering the illusion of sorrow
burning remnants of comfort, marking my skin
like tattoos, telling the story of me
proving I am unique, intended even
on the cusp of special
wearing with pride the smiles and bruises
that call me home
a battered safe haven
where fragments of my spirit gather
to be renewed
to once again stand strong on the front lines
waging my war of survival
my accolades
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)
Whoaaaa, that was extremely poor! Loved your poem!
Mastering poetic imagery that stays with the reader long after poem is read is a rare talent. But you consistently use it to astonishing affect in your writing. This piece is especially powerful. Well done, Kelly. Your work merits accolades.
Your poetry is always so powerful. This line here, "collect like rain on the sill of my soul" especially resonated with me. Amazing piece as always!
Great words for self-esteem and great work.
excellent words and we always have to keep on keeping on
Brilliant as always, Kelli! I particularly like "rain on the sill of my soul".