Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Time Flies
Dear Fleeting Moment, Before this one passes, I will try to say it fast Don't' need no rosie colored glasses, to know it's hard to make one last. You pass by, before we know it - the next one waiting there in line, to press the hands a little faster, stealing moves from father time.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
A Trial Run
Dear Guardian Angel, I'm not sure what you did wrong to get saddled with me and all of my baggage. but it must have been pretty bad. My life has been nothing short of a shitshow, as I'm sure you are well aware. It always has been, if I am honest. From the earliest days I can remember. I pick and choose memories, remembering them as the best days, the good ol' days, but in reality, we were simply surviving. And you were there. It wasn't until I was much older that I realized, what we did, what we saw, was not normal. As a kid, you don't have a clue that not everyone, in fact, most, would never experience what we did, and that it was not normal. And still you stayed with me. Maybe I needed to experience those things to keep me sane as I went through the events that have taken place the past several years. A trial run. I am now able to give myself a bit of credit. Most people would have surrendered, quit, given up, after all of the things that happened. God knows I wanted to. But here I am. I don't know what string, which thread, or what kind of hope kept me rolling out of bed and mimicking normal, day after day. I guess that was you, thank you. Somedays, I catch my reflection, and still see that little girl, hopeful, bold and stubborn. I wonder if she looks back and scoffs, disappointed at how I handled things, at who we've become. I've got this to say to the two of you, just wait. I have no intention of giving up now. I am yet to be what I am meant to be. That day is coming. Thank you for all of your hard work and prodding, it has been an investment, that soon, will pay off. I hope you are proud. Your work in progress - K
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Fellow Writing Junkies
Dearest empath, journeyman, creator. Dear soft hearted adventurous spirit. Dear imagination inclined writer, To all of you who anxiously jot down a moment or phrase that has stolen a place in your heart. I see you. Those of you waking in the night to a thought or melody that must be heard, thank you. I recognize the excitement in your bloodshot, insomniac, coffee fueled eyes, and I can’t wait to read what you’ve created. Thank you for journaling, reshaping and pouring your hearts out on paper. Thank you for preparing and offering it to us like a fabulous feast, shared with family. Your work, your words, your experiences - move me. You touch places and emotions in me that I thought I had lost. Some I have never had before. Never had the notion, until you gave it to me. Thank you. This letter was inspired by another writer, Caroline. Although, truth be told, all of my aquatintences here, have aided me, encouraged me, critiqued me, praised me and most of all they opened their lives, flaws and all, to me. Revealing their worlds and the adventures of the worlds living in their minds . Wow- thank you! I hope this letter finds you well and happy, and gives you a spark. Knowing that your efforts are more than words on paper. They have developed a life of their own, sustaining another soul. Thank you. Until we read again, K
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
