As the feeling rises from
the depths of me, I guess feelings can travel too
freely.

My heart is blind, impatient
and frozen. I am waiting
for you.

This cage time has created
keeps me trapped.

A ghost of a memory
still lives on in some
long forgotten time.

I can imagine it is true.

Your lost kisses are mine
to find. After all, my heart
is like a pocket watch,
it ticks for you.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Dear depression, I forgave you
but never forgot you.

Dear depression, you beat me up
left me lonely and drowning in
the fog.

I ran from you,
I swam far into the
crashing waves for you,
I got lost within your
gray clouds.

You lied to me,
you stabbed me,
you crushed my inspiration
and caused me frustration.

You stole my self-esteem,
blew my heart away like
a leaf, it slowly faded
into the breeze.

I claimed your highest mountains,
I crawled through your thorny roses,
I fight your shadows of sadness.

Dear depression, I am saying goodbye
for I’ve gotten to the other side.

The signs say farewell, at the end
it says welcome to possibilities.

Now I am greeted by a smile
it’s my souls reflection.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

The pain I suffer is great
but my fight is stronger than
the pain.

My nerves are damaged beyond
repair but I still find the
will to keep breathing.

It’s not easy my friends,
pain is exhausting and
heavy.

It feels like I am burning
itching and hot pokers are
stabbing me.

My nose is running and I sneeze
more often, mucus builds up with
a scratchy throat.

I don’t have a cold or flu,
its just how my body reacts.

Doctor’s don’t know what to do,
they are learning too.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the rising sun,
my pain has begun.

Within the night
I take flight.

Upon the breeze I am
like a sneeze, I blow about
searching for relief.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I woke to vibrating feet,
choking on mucus and pain,
blurred vision slowly focusing.

I am like a moonflower,
I should bloom with the
rising sun, my roots
are strong and pliable.
But my blooms are night blossoms.

Sometimes the ocean flood’s
the valley, I am left floating
forced to follow the waves.

I have learned to be calm
and enjoy the view.

Though, patience was the hardest
to achieve, it starts with acceptance.

Acceptance is like a double edge sword,
it is stronger but harder.

If I wasn’t determined like I am,
I would have given up before I started.

I am willing to climb mountains in
pain and blood. My drive is powerful.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

This is one of my blooming
thoughts from creativity
I have been cultivating
for some time.

It’s become rooted in
ideas and technology.

Yeah, I have a story to tell,
a word painting dripping with
blood and tears I’ve collected
over the years.

Suffering hydrates my poetic garden, of blue wildflowers and yellow oceans of daisies; they lay deep in the plots of my mind.

The roots try to sacrifice
for pain, suffocating my
creativity but it explodes
into blossoming lines of
expression everytime.

Without poetry I would have
exploded with emotional stress, and silence would have
killed my ideas.

This post would be empty and
nothing, without my blossoming expression’s.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton