The sun is rising and my mind is hiding, bring the cold inside and calm the flames before they consume me.

Blistered skin, swollen rashes,
sunburn stings like a thousand lashes.

The possibilities of me turning into ashes, is upon the breath of morning.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

The chains that bound us
rusted and crumbled at my feet.

While you distracted me
I turned and you
stabbed me in the back,
I turned to face you
and you stabbed me again
in the heart.

While I laid at your feet
bleeding, you walked over me.

The last memory I have of you,
is your ****** footprints leading
away from the crime scene.

©️ 2024 Amanda Shelton

One breath, one minute,
one smile, led to many
moments of heartache.

Breathe they say,
yet life's choking me.

Wait they say,
yet life's running and
I have only one chance
to catch up.

Be happy they say,
yet depression doesn't ask
for an invitation.

I was told whatever I do
will come back to me ten fold.

Yet it seems what everyone else
does is folding in on me because
I breathed, I waited, and
I smiled.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

While sticks and stones
may break my bones,
words will never hurt me.

Okay, I will take your
sticks and stones
and give you the
crushed bones.

My words are all I've got,
so I will write you this poem
and bury the bones in the plot.

There's no skeletons in my closet,
I used the sticks and
stones to build a home and
left the war awhile ago.

Words are like swords,
they cut like knifes and
deeper with each line,
they leave invisible wounds
so no one is aware of your
suffering until you reveal
the scars.

The bully lied every time,
the teacher told you to
get in line, your self esteem
told you your not worth
the time.

Now tell me how words
will never hurt me, when
I am crying while writing.

Memories of past regrets roll
upon the surface of my life,
in the most unexpected time.

Words are all I've got
and memories of accusations
from loves broken ideas
and words of affection that
turned into scars from a
narcissists infection.

Love brought me words
sharpened like knifes,
it still hurts me and
its been a long time.

Scar's hurt all the time.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Her hair is white,
shoulders wide,
eyes blue skin cold has ice.

She wears winter gowns
made from frozen flowers
and rows of pine needles as a robe.

She wanders the earth
with her chilling kiss,
her cold embrace is a reminder
of the seasonal change.

She's friends with autumn
and visits the sea, the Arctic is
her favorite place to rest.

As she blows on the breeze,
like a frozen leaf.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton