it drew me to the water's edge
a voice floating in the mist
standing on salvations ledge
tracing the marks upon my wrists
it seemed to know where I was going
I knew it saw where I had been
in a vision clearly showing
a list exposing every sin
as I considered diving in the water
letting the darkness drag me down
it spoke to me and said, "my daughter"
"did you forget, you wear a crown?"
as I gazed down, I saw my image
standing proudly, unashamed
I could see love had no limit
as he called me by my name
when I looked up, the sun was shining
the air was clear and full of sound
and I knew somehow, where I was standing
was my own sacred, holy ground
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
This was extremely powerful! Loved your poem!
Wow, this was incredibly done. Exquisite! The picture fits very well too.
Oh, Kelli. This was so powerful and raw. Wow.