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Our Own Fools


By Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 months ago 1 min read
Our Own Fools
Photo by Rachel on Unsplash

When did my heart become the enemy ? when my own flesh the feast of fools ?

when did I stop defending my own

and sell myself - to (ridicule ?)

why must I have outside approval ?

my own opinion, holds no weight

what is it, begs me for renewal ?

needs you to nod and VaLiDaTe

Unrecognizable, my own face

my very tongue, an alien

valued, weighed, measured and replaced

gold traded for titanium

the flower blooms and waves keep crashing

wonder and awe, don’t change a thing

the wind will blow, and tiny bird sing

a path, nothing, if I don’t go

we all have voices to tell a story

the one you tell, different from mine

but tell it still, without approval

no- one but you, those thoughts define


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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition

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Nice work

Very well written. Keep up the good work!

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    Niche topic & fresh perspectives

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