Moments Of Impact
Poem
I beg for respiration
With fingers pressed around my neck
Grace appears in sand like pebbles
Needing a path of separation
I bottled the way you make me feel
like the cologne upon my dresser
Displaying my dark confessions
Devoured as your final meal
You break bread over my sins
Needing me to hold the blade
Endlessly dragging self made chains
Chosen to bind my spirit with
An empty vessel, mend-less
Your tattered piece of art
A captured, broken heart
Discarded and meaningless
A momentary vision
Into the world you lay before me
In real time when we first
Connected in collision
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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