When The Sign Says, "Kick Me"
They Usually Will
feeling defeated, dishonored and broken
a little less me than I've been before
simply surreal and selfishly unspoken
shimmering like a puddle on my bathroom floor
shattered and smashed, a fragmented splinter
ruptured and torn like some discarded ragdoll
naked and bare, I uncontrollably shiver
a smudge inconspicuously left on a wall
injured and maimed with irreparable damage
left to seep through the cracks, in pieces, after the fall
a momentary glance at such stammering carnage
completely devoid of any wherewithal
shaking but standing, overpowered and humble
I gather the remnants of me from the floor
"what does it matter, " I casually mumble
I'll take what is left and help myself to the door
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (6)
Ouch. This is a gut punch of a poem. Fantastic job Kelli. I hope you’re not feeling like this. 😊
This hit me hard
Damn right, I will! Nicely put, Kelli
You're so incredibly gifted Kelli! Hope you feel better soon! 💕
Once again, I can deeply relate to what you have so eloquently put into words, Kelli. Holding onto any sort of dignity can be difficult when the kicks keep coming.
Just let it all hang out and what a good poem to share. Good job.