you linger softly in the haze of my memory
stirring the embers that once weeped for a flame
baring the oneness of our destines foreseen
gasping for affection and the taste of my name
you call out to me in the songs of the bluebird
like a moth to your flame I am haplessly drawn
unlucky am I to be caught up in so few words
no longer willing to escape this ride I am on
fighting my demons to relieve the moment
trading my soul for a chance to be lost
losing my mind without the strength to show for it
paying a penance still not knowing the cost
forever caught in a trap of my making
only to find it was free for the taking
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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