I am like a candle blowing
in the wind, you can find
me seated at my window
illuminating the room.

Pen in one hand and a poem
in my mind, waiting to
be freed from the
neurons holding it in.

Fueled by a Gothic view
and a vision of dark blue,
green, and gray skies above
me with streams of sunshine peaking through the clouds.

Memories abound
as I write my poetic story.

A passion fueled by
laced moments of lost
childhood and forgotten hearts
I collected in my broken jar’s.

My tragic life became
a burning blaze line after line
it burns across the page,
forever engraved.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton