We read about it in stories
Tied up beautifully in rhymes
Watch it on the big screen
Dream about it in our minds
why is it so illusive
What about it do we crave
Why would we willingly give anything
To feel it’s unique quave
Cities fell trying to conquer it
Men died to feel its power
We fight to own it benefits
Claim victory that its ours
What we forgot is that we own it
Its a gift not a prize to win
Its not something that you search for
Its something from within
We all hold its secret power
Its deep inside our very being
A gift woven inside since creation
Though it’s seldom ever seen
We look to others to give it to us
We beg and plead and cry
When the love your souls in search of
You’ve had within you the whole time
Who am I, you may be asking
That anyone would know
Im no one -people pass by
No one anyone wants to hold
But the truth is though we fight it
You are unique one of a kind
If the world was searched over
One like you you could not find
Deep inside you feel the presence
A gift made special for only you
No one else can hold its power
Meant only for you to ensue
Its love, Not like in story books
It’s raw, fragile and rare
Be careful not to overlook
beauty and power beyond compare
Only in your grasp
Does it have the power to transform
It’s yours and your the master
And you control the storm
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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