Through the Years

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Through the Years
Kay Rice
June 27, 2013

He held my gaze age the age of fourteen,
I never was sure if my smile had been seen.
He captured my heart long before I knew,
How lost I’d become in his eyes of blue.
He walked into my life just like a dream,
The new kid in town, at the age of fourteen.

He brought me smiles throughout the school years,
Always knowing when to show up and dry my tears.
A friend who seemed to know when to be there,
Yet, I remained too shy to show him I cared.
He teased me and would mock me in play,
And then at eighteen, he drifted away.

He never knew his memory saved me at forty-two,
He came to my heart in a dream, out of the blue.
A time when I barely hung on to my life,
Those childhood memories lessened my strife.
Even as he remained far from my touch that day,
My heart refused to forget his gentle way.

He walked back into my world at forty-five,
Again, at a time I was barely alive.
A prayer for an angel to take me away,
And there he stood on that cold Autumn day.
His eyes, still sparkled, blue with gold,
And in my eyes, he had never grown old.

He took my hand at forty-six,
We made our vows, sealed with a kiss.
The boy who gave me my first butterflies,
And capture my daydreams with his eyes.
Answered my prayers, I’d sent high above,
When he finally made me his one true love.

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Kay Rice

No More

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No More
Kay Rice
June 14, 2013

Wake up, rise, face a new day,
Body aching, growing in new ways.
Get up, crawl, if it’s all I can do,
Find the path, traveled by few.
Pain is just a temporary state,
Victory is an addicting taste.

Hold on tight, there is no easy path,
Each step, each move, a harder task.
Welcome the quiet before the storm hits,
There is no option, I refuse to quit.
No time to think, just react and fight,
Always see, what is just out of sight.

Jump start my heart from its long rest,
Hit the ground running, beating my best.
I refuse to be beaten by the pain inside,
I refuse to give up and be buried alive.
There is no more time to waste on tears,
There is no option, but to face my fears.

No more sleep walking,
No more useless talking,
No more tears,
No more fears,
No more endless nightmares,
No more waiting for what is fair.

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And…

And…

Kay Rice
June 04, 2013

And in the silence, he came to me,
Kissed my lips and made me free.
Breaking a spell cast by fate,
Opened the doors, sealed by hate.
Lifting me up to walk by his side,
Facing life with eyes, open wide.

And under the blanket of the night,
He took my hand and taught me to fight.
Placing his heart in my crippled chest,
Taking my own, to heal and to rest.
Breathing into my lungs new air,
Healing scarred skin, naked and bare.

And the crippled, fragile soul he saved,
Stands here beside him, strong and brave.
No longer a shadow, that hides in fear,
No longer to cry, empty, frozen tears.
He kisses my lips, and pulls me in tight,
Every day is a battle, and together we fight.

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