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Kay Rice

You see a pen, I see a sword.
For I battle my dreams with written word.
You see paper, yet I see a shield.
For only through script will my scars be healed.

You see a lamp, while I see hope.
For what lights the dark is how I cope.
You see a desk, but I see a ship.
For here I can travel on a long needed trip.

You call it silence, well, I call it dreams.
For what appears is not what it seems.
What you see as useless, broken and worn,
I see as strong and ready to be reborn.

Do not use without author’s permission
Kay Rice



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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