Trying to find my breath
Yearning to find a way
Grasping at my chest
For words I could not say
Flat out on my back
Staring at the stars
Aware of what I lack
My rib cage, prison bars
A prisoner held within
Been locked, living without
A barricaded sin
Buried by my crushing doubts
This mask my last attempt
At being someone else
No more choices left
I have to be myself
A wandering weary warrior
With nothing left to lose
A play by play new story, or
Rhyming words meant to confuse
Either way I had you
Even if you scrolled on by
See, I never really get to choose
The message in the rhymes
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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