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The Pursuit

waiting To Dream

By Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 5 months ago 1 min read
The Pursuit
Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash

My pillow is soft, but it’s not too soft

The blanket is tucked round my feet

The room smells like wild flowers after the rain

As I slip sleepily, in the sheets


The fan oscillates to the left and then right

The humming sound, a vibrating rhythm

The moon cascades off of the dark window pane

Creating a beautiful prism


Yet the sweet peace of sleep still eludes me

My eyes refuse to allow rest to come

My body is begging for slumber

But my running thoughts - will give me none


Sleeplessness commands another midnight

Like a beast prowls the darkness to feed

Callously becoming the master

Withholding my sweet dreams from me

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

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

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  • Cathy holmes5 months ago

    Fantastic piece, and I feel ya.

  • Colleen Millsteed5 months ago

    Beautifully written Kelli and very relatable.

  • This is extremely calming, love it

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