Tale Of Two Lives

Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
2 min readFeb 8, 2023

I had a friend ask me to cover a few topics: Mental Health, Drugs, Trauma. People who have given all, lost all, or feel unworthy to dream at all. We all have our demons, we all have failed, and we all need love and support. Here is a poem in honor to those still trying, still hoping.



Devil on my shoulder

Monkey on my back

The voices getting bolder

Finding new ways to attack


Voices speak, you cannot hear

But they’re talking, nonetheless

It’s getting pretty cramped in here

I feel like maybe I’m possessed


I’m doing things I wouldn’t do

But it’s not me, it’s them

Please tell me that you see them too

Causing all of this mayhem


Flashbacks of the things I’ve seen

Have moved deep inside my head

They build me up and then demean

Peace comes only when I’m dead


No, I’m not saying that I want to die

But a part of me is gone

The numb sensation of being high

Kept me from feeling, for so long


I have glimpses of who I once was

Before life took the wheel from me

It gripped me tight, within its jaws

Laughing, mocking at my pleas


And now I struggle to make sense

It’s hard to take my life back

Your judgement puts me on defense

I’m aware of what I lack


What I need from you is empathy

No handouts, no free rides

Just a little love and sympathy

Some faith, dignity and pride


Let me feel human again

Help me find my feet

A chance for better to begin

Making both our lives complete


Things weren’t always like this

I’m not who I used to be

There is a side of me that you missed

In your opinion, formed of me

Originally published at https://vocal.media.