willingly lost in a moment
led astray by a thought
misguided by the notion
that I am one with it
surreal scenes of wonder
collect like rain on the sill of my soul
shining thin lines of light on my darkness
that inner turmoil that stirs my journey
causing me to rise in the morning
peace knocks on my window
casting shards of hope into my emptiness
shattering the illusion of sorrow
burning remnants of comfort, marking my skin
like tattoos, telling the story of me
proving I am unique, intended even
on the cusp of special
wearing with pride the smiles and bruises
that call me home
a battered safe haven
where fragments of my spirit gather
to be renewed
to once again stand strong on the front lines
waging my war of survival
my accolades
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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