Passing Skeletons

This journey started off with a broken heart.

It ends with me knowing my self-worth and seeing the truth in those around me.

The truth is in those who are no longer a part of my life.

I passed the skeletons out of my closet

It was like passing kidney stones.

This has been a painful journey on a crooked road.

No matter how many vines I trip over or how off course I become I will know this is not all in vain.

I will come out older and wiser.

I peeled back dead layers of skin to find healthy new skin underneath the surface.

I found my calling by saving cats and giving up on humans who I knew were bad people all along.

Those who were never worth my time from the start.

These people are there to disappoint you.

They are there to make you question yourself.

Allow them to walk their own path without guidance.

You have to learn to make it in this world alone.

Don’t have a guilty conscious over the past.

It is only there to haunt you.

Only you can slay your demons.

No one else can.

I see people’s true colors like changing leaves in the fall.

Leaves will fall and scatter.

Leaves will crunch under my Dansko clogs.

The shoes I wear today are different.

They are built with quality and comfort in mind.

I traded in my chunky heels for clogs when I became a mother.

I passed these skeletons.

I embraced life lessons.

I won’t look back with anger.

I won’t look back with regret.

Everything happens for a reason.

We are just too blind to see it when the event is happening.

I am proud of who I have become.

I have learned something from every mistake I have made.

I walk with my head held high.

With one foot after the other through falling leaves that are scattered on the sidewalk.

Colors of orange, yellow, and brown are crushed under my shoes.

This is the last poem in my first book of soon to be published poetry.

This is the dream I have had since High School of letting my words be heard.

This is my dream of getting my writing out there.

This is an item I can finally cross off my bucket list.

This is a lifetime accomplishment.

My goal was to have this collection published on Friday the 13th.

I am not superstitious.

I have a black cat on my lap and a cup of chai tea in my hand.

I don’t see the date as a bad omen.

I see it as an excuse to watch horror movies while cuddling with my cat under blankets.

Autumn is a time for change.

It is a time for personal growth.

I learned to fly without wings.

I learned to heal my own wounds.

I passed the skeletons out of my closet.

I let go of the memories of yesteryear.

These are the things that make me who I am.

I walk forward and I won’t look back.

This poem is featured in the book Passing Skeletons.

Passing Skeletons is a collection of poetry written by Amanda Zylstra. This collection has various themes including relationships, mental illness, addiction, and death. Each poem is filled with vivid descriptions, metaphors, and truth. This collection contains poetry written over the past 20 years and is the first published collection by this author.

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