I am deeply grateful for
rewrites, edits and
progression for they lead
to breaking my oppression.

Spelling and grammar was never
my gift, poetry taught me understanding and expression.

Along the lines of poetic
formation I’ve caught the
breaks that show my mistakes.

I am not ashamed of my past
errors for I understand
I am not perfect in anyway
shape or form. I do not expect
much from myself, for pride
breaks the mold before it is
sold.

I look back at my work
to revise it’s mold
learning and developing
a stronger understanding
of a possible growth.

Words are my best friend,
adieu adieu my passionate
friend.

A capulet that cascades
from my mind, looding
the pages of time as
the poetic lines collide
with my visions of expression.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton