Life Isn’t For Sissies

Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
1 min readJan 23, 2023

Snow falls, gently all around me, Henley, on the radio.

The lyric ponders more than peace, delivers longing, to go home.

But home is not a place I am familiar with these days.

I don’t recognize the content; I don’t recognize my face.

The one staring, blankly at me, from the mirror in my room.