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Butchered Tapestries

And Wild Wonder

By Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 months ago Updated 3 months ago 1 min read
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Butchered Tapestries
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We've come so far, stopped looking back

Sometimes I wonder where we're at

Promises in song, a life lived long ago

What meaning they hold

We may never know

The battles of the past

Play muted in the background

The soft, gentle surrenders

Made without a sound

The promise of forever

Somewhere in-between were found

Caught in a time of unsure maybe's

Loving wounded, bearing butchered tapestries

Far from a time when someone called me baby

Wild wonder drags us from our rest

Holding pieces gently to my chest

Telling a tale no-one will know

Reaping harvests that I didn't sew

A lifetime lived in veiled shadow

In vague memories, I suppose

Spinning circles, moving forward

Waiting for our just rewards

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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition

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  • Fly Alone3 months ago

    Bitter experiences: Telling a tale no-one will know Reaping harvests that I didn't sew A lifetime lived in veiled shadow

  • To paraphrase Flower, "I'll call you Baby if you want me to, I don't mind." A bit too forward? Not to mention unwanted. (Not even my wife wants me calling her Baby, lol.) Probably so. Still, you should have someone in your life using terms of endearment that melt your heart, make you weak in the knees & are wholly true to you.

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