Hello You
self reflection
I float away inside a dream
Where each door unlocks more of me
Somewhere I’ve been, locked in the past
Someone one I’ve been, only recast
The red door leads to loves I’ve known
The blue one left me all alone
The yellow finds fields of delight
The black to edges of the night
Sitting as still as I can be
Amazed by everything I see
Stealing away, dipping inside
Basking in life’s liquid sunshine
The pouring rain in bright sun rays
Warming and cleansing on my face
Some ravaged sheets and waves of lust
Some bolted tight, covered in rust
Some I was sure I’d traveled through
Now seems to be something else, brand new
Where doors are mismatched and needing paint
Where angels and devils hesitate
Waiting for me to choose the door
To places I’ve never been before
Though familiar to me, still strangely odd
Where the path was one time touched by god
Bravely stepping into the unknown
To journeys that are still unshown
To find the me beyond reflection
Giving her love and true affection
Until I am again, wholly found
I’ll follow the paths scattered around
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Comments (20)
It's no easy feat to write a really good rhyming poem. The rhyme scheme can make some lines feel forced. This poem overcomes that in such an easy way. It has a beautiful flow to it and I felt as if I was drifting down a slow river of lovely words. Well done on Leaderboard. This was fantastic.
super chill. Love it
Excellent writing keep it up!!
I love how the image matches the poem, the part of the different doors in your life and what they mean. Nicely done, Kelli.
Wooohooooo congratulations on your Leaderboard placement! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
I love the colored doors and this part in particular: "mismatched and needing paint." I picture this as a wondrous journey where "needing paint" calls one to reenter through thresholds of the past again, and relive experiences, with a focus on discovering an alternate mindset. This poem will remain with me. Congratulations, Kelli, on your top story and for making this week's leadership board ❣🌹
Beautiful poem, thankyou for sharing and congratulations on Top Story xx
Powerful. HUGS!
Beautiful. "Bravely stepping into the unknown To journeys that are still unshown" 🍂🍁💜
I really liked the part about the different colored doors and what they represent. It is a sweet way to think about growing and finding yourself. You have a great way of making a journey feel like a beautiful dream.
Congratulations, Kelli, well deserved. It was a great piece.
Ooh, I Love This ❤️ 😍 Congratulations on Your Top Story 🎊
Though experiences and similarities are common, our individual journeys are unique ones, unfolding in ways that often defy description. But by gosh golly, your poem did such justice here! Congrats on the top story!
I love how you brought the imperfections to consciousness that we all either refuse to recognize or deliberately ignore only to finally realize that's the way our lives are and should never look for the perfection we'll never find. This is perfect.
The image of the mismatched doors needing paint really stayed with me—it felt like such a gentle, honest way of admitting that not everything inside us is neat or finished, and that some paths only look familiar until we stand in front of them again. I loved how the colors carried different emotional weights without spelling anything out, especially that quiet tension between comfort and risk near the end. When you imagine “the me beyond reflection,” do you feel like she’s someone you’re moving toward, or someone who’s been waiting patiently for you to notice her?
aw you are one of my poetic heroes on Vocal. Kelli, i love the way you are unafraid to bare your soul and how beautifully you do it! congrats on a stunning Top Story!
Hello, great work
This is lovely, Kelli.
You are on fie today, Kelli. Very nice 🌝🌝
Lovely, Kelli <3