Like A Good Book Or Fine Wine
Better With Age
I thought all along I'd be happy to be
a fun-loving girl with someone caring for me
I'd have my lover convinced; I hung the stars in the sky
we would build us a home worth more than money could buy
Turns out what I'm good at is being lonely
like a misguided raindrop who misplaced the sea
I've got plenty to give, they won't take it for free
it's a pretty tough place in the world to be
No, don't feel bad for me, I got myself here
I've worked through those tough times I wanted to disappear
And I've designed me a world that suits me just fine
it took a whole lot of courage and effort to try
So, here I stand humbly, my heart in my hand
no longer having to prove that I don't need a man
No, I've let that pain go and I see much clearer now
relationships are grand and don't need taking a vow
To be something special and enlighten the soul
I just needed to relax and remember I'm in control
Of what finds its way past the eyes to the heart
no longer playing the game, simply playing it smart
As I settle into a new phase of my life
not based on being single or being a wife
But being a person content with herself
a unique best seller, repelling dust, on the shelf
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (9)
I love this. Best!
I love this. Best!
I must admit, if there's anyone capable of making you feel content, I can't think of a better candidate than yourself. Blessings, my friend.
Say it louder for the people in the back please! Loved this so much!
Love this one, inside and out!
Absolutely beautiful poem with such an important message. That last line, "a unique best seller, repelling dust, on the shelf" sums it up so perfectly. Great job!
My Kelli! This is so needed to be read by so many women ( and other pronouns/gender affiliations/ all inclusive to the bone). I wish I had your spine and brains at your age. This was uplifting and meant so much to me.
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Oh, you have such a talent, Kelli. Love this. Another piece of self-love and self-love. Gorgeous writing, all emotive but eloquent in its way too. Well done.