I suffer from chronic illnesses,
it's a lonely path sometimes.

No one can see my pain,
it's like a bent shadow of myself.

Avoid of empathy, compassion
and vice, pain doesn't care about
your life, or your plans.

Pain separates us by it's great
chasm between nerve endings
and it's laboured breathe.

Like a thread, pain vibrates
from one end to another
with little resistance.

It comes uninvited for
pain is no one's friend.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Oh such sorrow upon mornings
break soaks my pillow with
tears of grief.

Darkness vails what I
seek but patients and
company of others softens
the shadows and brings the
light of hope.

My mind wonder’s upon
the possibilities of release
from this doomed existence
that can be so bleak.

It is of heavenly design,
and faith.

To grieve is to know love,
to be released by emotional
stress, its to be freed from
the minds caged thoughts,
seeking meaning.

Ode to grief an unwanted
friend to many.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Oh the seeds we sew,
upon the rows of grain
we weep, hydrating the
life we’ve lived.

Life’s a beach of many
possibilities, each piece
of sand is a possibility
waiting to be harvested.

Our experiences beat upon
the shores, colliding with
ideas and opportunities.

As we dream of higher pastures,
our future waits for us to wake.

Dream no longer, for the future
is ahead always moving forward
pushed by the ever expansion of
space.

We are the idea of what is possible.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

We need imperfections to
grow stronger and smarter.

Mistakes are good if
we learn from them.

God teaches us how to prosper
by making imperfect life forms.

To prosper you need love
for love is prosperity
and success.

God is love.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Wounds heal but scars
are left behind.

It’s up to you if you let
the scars define who you are.

I see scars as being tattoo
of our struggles and survival.

I am proud of my scars.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

We all are bound to circumstance,
a reminder that time is always
moving forward.

The sun always rises,
the moon too as the
tide’s reflect their
pull.

A flower will bloom,
if hydrated and fed.
But never fails to impress.

Life is a constant struggle,
it’s being pushed around by
circumstances, and karma.

The climate in which we create
from our personal experiences
is like a body of water,
it started out as a small
stream grew into a river,
a lake is formed and then
an ocean that leads to
the Sea.

Be a brave dew drop,
for you are a ripple
in time. You cause
hurricanes of change.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Oh Spring,
with your dew drop lips
you beacon me to lookest
down through the clear windows
of morning, I watched as you turn
your angel eyes upon our western
skies, which in full spectrum
the round body of the sun
approaches with her burning *****.

Oh Spring,
the Earth show’s
her blushing cheeks,
and the Lord listens
to our prayers with patience.

The Valleys below;
with green meadows the
sun is peeking through
as the trees are longing
for the light, are turning
up their newly grown leafs.

Up to your bright pavilions
I can imagine the Angles singing
for your coming. They rise to the
occasion, like roses in bloom.

Let your beautiful sun soaked
rays visit Earths clime!
Come over the eastern hills,
until morning turns to nigh.

Let her winds kiss your
perfumed garments;
allow Earth to taste the
morning dew and evening rain;
scatter your richness upon
our barren lands that mourn for
greener pastures.

Oh Spring,
the forthcoming of your fairness
and soft touch's; pour your soft
kisses on the Earth’s surface;
and put your golden crown
upon her languish’d brow,
Whose modest tresses are bound
up for those who fell in love
with your blushing gown.

Oh Spring,
how I waited patiently
for your coming,
you have never forsaken me.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton