Loving The Little Things
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On days I feel broken
and my mind is a mess
Kind words left unspoken
holding a box of darkness
When the size of my stature
determines my fate
When my feelings don't matter
and I'm surrounded by hate
May the joy in my soul
be the ample amount
To give me control
to help myself out
May a soft bed await me
as I lay down my head
May I feel complete
as I crawl into my bed
May I count every blessing
holding the gloom off at bay
May I see I'm possessing
all I need for the day
Help me to remember
that no matter what size
Every life's like an ember
a little love brings to life
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (4)
Beautiful piece. Well done.
I guess that there's always some good in bad situations. Loved your poem!
So many different levels you seem to reach with your poetry. Good work.
This is really something I can relate to.