scabs and scrapes and scars to show
from every harsh word, every blow
that dwindled me from head to toe
becoming this me, that I don't know
switches, stitches, seams sewn up and down
make believe moments when I felt like a clown
make up to make me more like somebody else
anyone was better than being myself
promises broken, promises made to appease
a promise to one day make it all up to me
one day at a time, one foot in front of the other
one day to be the girl that was raised by my mother
fearless and faultless mercy for my reflection
loving myself fully, without exception
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
If you like what you read, feel free to leave a tip, I would love some feedback
Find me on twitter @kelli7958958
or facebook
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.