I am the queen of prayers unanswered
Living a life of foolish improv
Sticks and stones and words that hurt
revealing subtle cues, like Pavlov
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Entertaining, yet unaware
Stirring the rage of unseen angels
Well rehearsed in savoir faire
glibly unlearned, until it’s painful
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Well versed in the black and white
disguising my true colors
Highlighting the classic, constant fight
pitting brother against brother
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Domino causes and effects
designed to bring me down
One by one, tracing my steps
with scattered pieces on the ground
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No way out of open doors
or boarded windowpanes
The thought of rain threatens to drown
the ideas making me sane
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Open your eyes, your heart and mind
pretending won’t save you now
Forget yourself and you will find
the depths of your own power
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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