Upon this plot I plant my roots,
row by row I built my garden.

I grew my thoughts like seeds
with love and care I hydrate
and feed my poetic flowers
for everyone to read.

Emotional and deep my expressions
seep deeply into this digital ground,
my roots grew strong and deep
in this plot I’ve reaped.

I am growing poetry, like ****’s
grow wild.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Let me help you step through
the looking glass so you can
see what's on the other side
of me.

I am a survivor!
I will not be silent any longer.

This is me pounding on the post
yelling at my ghost.

Leave me alone, why don't you take
what you came for?

Why don't you leave me and take
everything so I can start over?

I don't need this abuse,
you have nothing but excuses.

I am not the failure, you are the
damages that follow my every step.

I am a survivor! PTSD is my struggle.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Until it happens to you
you won't know it won't be real.

Just listen and see the truth,
no victim is invisible unless
you turn away and say nothing.

Don't blame the victim,
some weren't even conscious.

When they say no that means
go don't stay and push the
button.

Bruises are not always on
the skin, the scar's are not
always visible they grow
from within.

Sometimes I am screaming inside
reliving my damaged life
over and over again.

Don't blame the victim,
some weren't even conscious.

I was dead inside bruised and
beaten emotionally damaged.

For seven years I fought
until I was exhausted
and done, I felt unwanted
and scared.

The paranoia is still here,
it's always lurking in the dark.

A noise or touch can make me jump.

The constant reminder he's been here,
lurking in the dark ready to pounce.

His perfumed memory turned into a
monster that kidnaps me in my sleep.

His corrections and accusations
cut me deep.

Leaving emotional lashes on
my heart and self esteem
its raw and painful,
making it hard to sleep.

Don't blame the victim,
some weren't even conscious.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Ratty tatty tap tap tap,
haters be dancing like
fly’s on crap.

You’re better than the haters
and I think they are jealous
they are not spoiled brats.

Instead the best they can do
is be ugly trolls expecting you
to pay their toll.

Well the bridge is burnt and
the trolls are stone.

Trolls turn to stone in
the morning light and
ashes can’t hold up to
the mornings breeze.

Like the big bad wolf
I huff and I puff until
the bridge falls down and
blow’s away in the mornings
breeze.

No wolf is bad so please
excuse the bad breath,
and would you scratch behind
my ears please.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Wisdom doesn’t live on the tip of an owls wings, it comes on a gush of wind that knocks you down.

An owl just stairs and watches you fall. That’s a hoot!👀🦉

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

The rose's grew thorns
deep in my heart,
leaving wounds.

Fear choked my roots,
as my rose's wither
and rot.

Within the shadows of
my dreams lives the ghosts
of perfumed memories of you.

It grew teeth and black,
it grabs me as I fall asleep.

You're memories are monstrous
and causes anxiety to pool
inside of me, as I feel like
I am drowning within its
emotional tides.

There you left me to die,
teasing me with outreached
arms but you gave me nothing
but smoke.

I am withered from the
storm of you beating
and weathering my heart
like shivering leaf's
in winter, I am left
in the cold.

You're a gaping wound
in my side, a thorn that
keeps stabbing me.

You are PTSD.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

For the money,
for the time,
for the damages you left behind.

All that glitters is not gold,
watch out for the glamour of
false gold.

For the man who needs a dollar,
for the students who are drowning
in the loan, for the starved living
in the weather.

All that glitters is not gold,
watch out for the glamour of
false gold.

Greed is a glitter of false gold
shinning in the eyes of many.

Gaping pockets weighted down by
rocks pretending to be gold.

Shady mountains stand in our way,
a streak of selver leads the way.

Dig, dig until the mountains hollow.

Mine them rocks blast the hills,
gold is hiding deep within them
rocky hills.

Gold fever burning hot,
burning holes in your pockets
for all that glitters is not gold,
watch out for the glamour of
false gold.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton