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Kay Rice

From shadows risen each night new,
Paths I’ve walked and known by few.
The nightmare cries through the tears,
Rising forth in sleep, the deepest fears.

Pain and tears show the brands I wear,
Many burdens, old and harsh I bare.
My soul was removed from my life,
So many wounds show my strife.

Though I cry out loud I have no voice,
I warn all, yet this path, was not my choice.
Given to me as punishment when I fell,
Chained and cursed, alone in this hell.

Walking nightly in the shadow’s plain,
A reminder so vivid of eternal pain.
Of when the heart makes foolish bets,
I stand as a warning of foolish debts.




I have always said that my poetry and short stories write themselves, I'm just the hand that holds the pen. Several of my poems have been published in local publications and in the 2011 World Poetry Movement book 'Stars in our Hearts'. Please enjoy the words, but do not steal them. I enjoy living and what life brings my way. My day job, I'm a geekgirl, a programmer. Coding is like using clues to solve a mystery to me. But, my happiness outside of the day job involves, cooking, baking, knitting, crocheting, writing, hiking, primitive skills. Yup, I come home and unplug. So there are many sides of me here. Enjoy.

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