there’s a hard protective shell
guarding the softness of the heart
from the wound's I hide so well
a guardhouse crafted from the start
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shielding my steps in the shadows
images of angels on the wall
battered and bruised, faithfully follow
wherever I wander down the hall
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spirits linger, gliding freely
in a flash of my illusion
a black star rises from the heat
signaling a calm and sure conclusion
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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