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A fire is burning,
Awaking, longing, yearning,
Splitting in two, one stays, one runs.
One embraces the night, one dies in the sun.

A dream is coming to life again.
Once cold, alone, silently she mends.
Scars like webs, weave with precision new life,
The heart grows cold, becoming sharp as a knife.

The once fragile soul left alone to die,
Now has wings to soar with no fear to fly.
Watching and waiting, perfecting her sight.
To rise once again and set things right.

The fire is burning,
Awaking, longing, yearning.
Brushing away the old like dust on a shelf,
Rising stronger as she finds herself.

Kay L. 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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