Shivers climbing up my spine
mingling self-doubt with regret
Taking back what once was mine
using my best tricks to forget
Scars that left marks on my skin
cut much deeper, underneath
Searching for the best way in
to heal the little girl, in me
Time sure takes its old, sweet time
my recovery is slightly hindered
A cliche of a perfect rhyme
when every piece of me is splintered
The last full measure, intention, blurry
I no longer feel the raindrops fall
the storm has consumed me, in its fury
There is no smooth in me at all
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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About Writing
Most people talk about things that bother them as a way to vent their emotions, another way is through writing. As I sit writing in my car, I ponder how much writing, in itself, has helped me become the person I am today. I have endless amounts of pages filled with poems, stories, and sometimes random blurbs. Writing is a window into your soul. The simple action of writing has benefited me; by helping me to achieve a better memory, helping me to learn and grow intellectually, and helping me to communicate my emotions.
By Sarah Wilcox2 days ago in Journal
Comments (5)
Tell it like it is. Let the feelings show.
This was raw, visceral, and impressive. You have such a way with words.
And here we lie all broken-hearted with nothing helpful left to share.
Lots of emotions. I feel you
Such emotion. Well written. Love it.