I am made from scars and a broken heart,
shattered promises forgotten like
shards of glass from the past, scattered
across the expansion of time.

We all are created with stars in are
DNA, a dusty and ****** design
from the mind of the great divine.
The universe breathes because we
can imagine it.

We are meant to grow and die,
to choose our paths but some
are not so blessed, we have
no freedom like the rest.

My path is not my own,
for I was born to be just
steal but flowing like a river
of words, a poet, an emotional
carpet for everyone to use.

These are my designs, my
contribution to this existence.

Here I am not stagnant, but I can fly,
sail, run, jump, claim, dive, and
shine. Poetry is my path to freedom.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Writing to me
is not escape
rather ideas
to shape

to do away
with dubiety
lacuna, uncertainty
in search of clarity-

I know the limit
of my ability
I'll not venture
beyond my boundary

but to persevere only
humbly and patiently-
I'll leave no legacy
in this my endless journey.