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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