What is it?

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What is it?
Kay Rice
11/30/2014

There is inside of me a call,
a desire, a need so raw.
a voice, a push, a bully in black,
the monster who always pulls back.

There is inside of me a fault,
that quakes until I fall.
A desire so deeply sewn in flesh,
that pushes until I only can crash.

There is a voice inside of my head,
Who knows the monsters under my bed.
It whispers and weaves delicate doubt,
Until slumber is way too far out.

There is a fear, sewn deep in my heart,
so black and so cold the end is a start.
It nags and it burns like coals on fire,
Until it takes shape, growing ever higher.

What is it, inside to cause such despair,
That replaces all accomplishments grown there?
One word, so engrained in my child’s mind,
One word, one life, I can never find.

Perfection…

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Changes

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Changes
11/25/2014
Kay L. Rice

The only constant in this life is change.
Only with trial will the actor take the stage.
To let go of what we think is safe and what we know,
Is the only way to reach, where others fear to go.

The caterpillar spends its days on sunshine and leaf,
The summer days are lazy, but they are so brief.
Through pain and the shedding of the skin,
A new life as a butterfly she will begin.

The ugly duckling, shy and shunned from the crowd,
Silences it’s squawk because she cries too loud.
Yet through the nights and as the days grow long,
She becomes the swan, the herald trumpeter of song.

The only constant in this life is change.
Only through trial will the actor take the stage.
To let go of what we believe is safe and what we know,
Is the only way to reach, where others fear to go.

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From the ashes

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From the Ashes
Kay Rice
11/18/2014

There’s no more fear, ’cause I have nothing left to loose,
No more scars, no open wounds, no more pride to bruise.
I spin faster and faster, yet I maintain this control
Watch how the heat of passion can turn so cold.

Once a bird whose song could never be heard over the wind,
She lost her fight, finally broken from trying too hard to bend.
Ashes replaced her feathers, broken teathered feet in that cage,
Now from the ashes a flame bursts out, rise a phoenix filled with rage.

There’s no more fear, ’cause I have nothing left to loose,
No more scars, no more open wounds, no more pride to bruise.
Rising up above the smoke and destruction of what was my life,
Watch how the heat of revenge can swallow strife.

Once a quite and sullen sparrow barely holding on to her branch,
Crying silent tears that no one ever saw or bothered to catch.
She died there all alone, no song to sing, on that cold spring day,
The wind gave her freedom and quietly blew her ashes away.

There’s no more fear, ’cause I have nothing left to loose,
No more scars, no more open wounds, no more pride to bruise.
I am not a victum of this world, I survived in a different form,
And from the ashes, a phoenix of fire, a warrior was born.

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Dark Angel

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Dark Angel
Kay Rice
November 9, 2014

Her screams cut through the cold black night,
As creatures around her froze in sorrow and fright.
Her wings once white now turn to black,
Innocence gone, forever, never to turn back.

Her tears turned sharp as they fell in pain,
Anger took hold, she would never again, be the same.
Ice became her heart where once there was warmth,
Loneliness and hunger to a monster gave birth.

Trust was broken along with her heart,
A new cold existence was about to start.
She made a mistake and trusted smooth words,
Now she stands alone with only a her swords.

Once a gentle, playful, angel like soul,
Now vengeance is all that can make her whole.
Her wings, oh her wings, once a beautiful sight,
Now bring a cloak of darkness and deep fright.

The gift that once gave her the will to fly,
Broke her heart and her wings with the words, “good-bye”.
Never to trust or listen to soft words again,
To break a trusting heart is the worst of sins.

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