Rockwell Incarceration
My Small Town
Rusty water towers
in a tiny little town
Passing by the hours
watching pennies hit the ground
Saving all my money
and my courage, just to run
Doesn't it seem funny
that nobody gets it done
Stuck here on repeat, it takes a dare to move beyond
If only I could make a wish, and wave a little wand
Escaping scenic captivity, my Rockwell incarceration
bringing my heart back to life, with some needed defibrillation
I'm not saying that my small town, will be the cause of my demise
Just acknowledging that some of us, use it as stagnation alibis
We sit and watch, the best of us, move up and out of town
and climb monotonously back into the small town, lost and found
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (6)
Our entire time in ministry has been spent in small churches in small towns. I understand the feeling of forgotten & buried. Not necessarily the same as yours, but what you've written hear speaks tenderly to me.
Stagnation alibis. I really liked that. Loved your poem!
” acknowledging that some of us, use it as stagnation alibis” It is so easy to use ordinary life as an excuse not to push yourself, isn’t it?
I really love this. I relate to it so much.
Excellent work. Loved every line of this.
Very nice, though kind of sad.