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She goes, her legs taking her away.fast.
running with no destination in mind.
She just wants to get away from everything-
and everyone. Especially, herself.
She runs and cries and runs some more
confusion and sadness urging her to go on.
She stops to dry her tear streaked face
and looks around to the new place.
She finds herself surrounded by-
bricks and walls and city lights.
She has gotten somewhere
reaching nowhere at the same time.
She realizes she's stuck where it all began
her thoughts gripping her like the prison cells they are.
She wondered where she went wrong while looking up at the sky
still trying to find a place to call home, where she can settle down
but alas, all She wants to do is to run away now.
Forced to write with the right hand,
is it fair?

No,
because not
all are right handed,
I am one of them
but I'm also
not left handed,
I am ambidextrous.

So I have a choice,
which hand is the best.

I just haven't
made up my mind,
I might never
because I like being
the way I was born.

I'm a proud ambidextrous.

To the right,
To the left,
To the in-between,
is just fine with me.  

©By Amanda D Shelton


Slipped through the cracks of reality,
this is where I lost my sanity.

Soon the shadow's creeped,
creeped closer with each heart beat.

With the sounding of the drums,
sanity strums, strums, strums,
playing with my string's
I'm a puppet with her metronet.

Sanity I dreamt,
drowning in its depths,
reality slipped
deeply within my dreams,
there you will find my screams.

© By Amanda D Shelton

Obscene as war is, none must ever forget
that poppy-red
stands
for the human blood shed.

Remembered, the fallen who fought in a war,
the red poppy
reminds
what they thought it was for.

Observance with poppies, each one a life,
given for
freedom,
as the means to end strife.

Precious the poppy-red, needful the time
lest we,
forgetful,
miss their reason as prime.
When.

When time is my own
And no-one is making demands
While evening quiets my soul
I think of you then.

When I have moments
Which allow me two idle hands
To win some respite then wholly
I think of you then.

When sunset tucks folds
Into daylight and night takes stands
Between duty and leaves me alone
I think of you then.

When love sets me goals
I lower my sanity-anchor
And sink into hope's future mold
And think of you then.

When dreams are unrolled
And dark hours are at my command
I strip off decorum boldly
To think of you then.
She leaves every day
But returns every night
To illuminate the dark
With her ghostly spotlight.
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