No one said it was easy,
no one said is was going
to be okay.

Perfection was never promised,
happiness was never given,
they are works in progress.

I am like the leafs
I land wherever I please.

I change with the seasons,
hot, cold, wet, and dry
I adapt as the cycle wraps
itself around my little finger.

This life we live
such consequences we sew,
we still try even after the
needle broke.

No one said life was going to go
your way, no one said this is
the only path, because
it’s a work in progress.
We already know that.

It’s a work in progress but I
want to fly someday.

Do you think I will learn
how to grow wings one day?

I hope to learn how to fly someday,
I won’t have to wait for
happiness nor a rainy day for
I will be able to fly to where
it falls. I will be free.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

You are hydrated and fed
through the cultivation
of your life.

You are the designer of your
decisions and paths you pathe.

This journey is roughly drawn
rocky and sharp, you have to keep
your hands inside the ride
at all times, or else you lose
your life.

This life is too short
to always be afraid,
though the biggest fear
we have is fear itself.

To face your fears
you have to expect that it is not
what you are afraid of that
frightens you but it is
not knowing what you face,
(The unknown is the scariest place).

You have been rooted
in the same bed for so long
you forgot about the
others planted beside you.

Don’t forget to open a window
so you can experience something
new and exciting.

Try something new once in a while,
for learning keeps you motivated
and hydrated through a drought.

I have been cultivating my plot
being patient and kind
allowing my fellow gardeners
to be the best cultivators they
can be.

For We all are
growing in the ***** of life.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the wings of darkness
you flew into the view
of my dreams.

There you sat, stealing my breathe.

Slowly silence grew within
my mind, as your wings in folded
my visions of old dreams
they faded into memories.

Like silent rain drops
my dreams fell, as they froze
upon my blue lips, I released
one last gasp of air, it came
like a cold breeze.

This was the day my dreams
died, faded forever never
again will I play within it’s
fields and clover.

For even dreams have to say
fair well.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

How does one see past the murky
waters?

I am gasping for air
as you watch me struggle,
I can sense you are there
seated upon the shore.

You push me under before I have
time to grab another mouth
full of air.

As I come up again
you are relentless you
make it harder for me to
climb ashore.

My heart is laying beneath
your feet, you have left
it bruised and beat.

I will never win against your
sin, you are blinded by your
mind’s broken eyes.

You accused me of nonsense
with no fairness, you don’t
give me a chance.

You judge me,
you damaged me,
you push me until
I lose everything I hold dear.

You don’t care,
you don’t see the love
I have only for you,
I haven’t left you,
I haven’t hurt you,
you still don’t care.

There is nothing I can say or do
to open your eyes, that’s up to you.

I will be here setting in my tear’s,
remembering the good times we had.

Like a dream our love faded away
upon your lack of measure it slipped
from my lips.

All you did was watch me scream,
I LOVE YOU! While I died underneath
your blind eyes.

I LOVE YOU!

How does one see past the murky waters?

I hope this is but a dream.

© 2081 By Amanda Shelton

Heavy lungs,
lifting, shaking, quivering
with every inhale I take.

My lungs are tight,
painful and week but still
I try to breathe.

It's like breathing through
a very small straw
that closes ones it opens for
an intake of full air,
I am half way there.

This is not fair,
it's worse than breathing smoggy air.
If you have asthma
you know what I mean.

I am breaking like a deep diver gasping for air.

I am breathing like a fish out of water;
I am gasping, gulping for air.

Who knew breathing would be such
a labor of love and care?

Asthma steals my breath
everytime I take an inhale and exhale
of precious life giving air.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

He whom we call Lord
cultivates and hydrates the possibilities we crave.

He is the Gardner of our lives,
always watching and protecting
our future.

He is our cultivator and
friend, he gives us provision
and guidance through this
sinful life we are rooted in.

God gives blessings and peace
to those who welcome him
into their lives. So welcome him
with open arms and mind's.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

In between the beams of light
grow the roses. With reaching
limbs like arms stretching
too the sky, and roots
dig deeply seaking hydration
and nutrients in the earth.

We are like the roses,
we grow in between the beams
of God’s light, we search the earth
for hydration and nutrients.

We are child like under
God’s grace and mercy.

Such divine intervention as
is the light God shines
through the smoke and
smog we produce and design.
Sometimes we are blinded
by our smoke and smog,
until we have time to
open our eyes.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton