Ghosts

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Kay L. Rice
11/2/2015

 
They say that ghosts can not hurt you.
I’m here to tell you that is not true.
You see, there’s a ghost that brings fears,
A ghost that in life brought nothing but tears.

Memories, spiked with fear and with sorrow.
The kind that teaches you there is no tomorrow.
Frozen, alone, left behind, forgotten from sight.
Better alone, then hunted down night after night.

Ghosts rise and taunt and burn in the mind.
Until you realize there is no where to hide.
You look at the scars and that’s all you see.
Until you realize there is nothing you can be.

At this point the ghost wins the fight it is done.
No, I refuse to allow the dead to be the victorious one.
I am an unwilling warrior and I will continue to fight,
The demon, the ghost, that tried to bury my soul in the night.

Along my path, my journey, my way,
Perhaps, a few others I can help save.
Perhaps? No, now, this will be my cause.
No one should have to live by another’s flaws.

No monster from stories can fill us with such horrors,
As much as the memory of a human we thought that adored us.
Then it’s time to move on, to grow and become strong,
Then perhaps we prove the promises of ghosts very wrong.

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Battle Worn

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When the moon rises and the sun sleeps,
When nightmares and passions fight for keeps,
When the wind howls and calls from the dark,
It begins, the time where I wake and walk.

I hear you, I hear your whispers, your tears.
I know and understand the darkness and the fears.
I’ve lived the nightmare and fought the creature.
I was once the student, but now I am the teacher.

The battle remains quite by day, and rages at night,
As the world sleeps we rise worn and tired but we fight.
I dare you to walk in my shoes, nightly facing the fire,
Knowing, that you can never rest, you must not tire.

But for you, I fight, for you I stay awake and alive,
For you and for me, each night into darkness I dive,
To fight the monster that stalks and feeds on our fears.
To protect and to guard and to wipe away your tears.

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Enough

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Enough

Kay Rice
06/09/2015

I have had enough of tears,
Enough of pain and of fears.
I have been driven far to my knees,
And here is where strength found me.

For my choices alone made me a victim,
Breaking bones and heart, tearing limbs.
Then faith whispered making me a survivor,
Showing me life was meant to be more than tired.
And then at my darkest hour, my God made me a warrior,
Through love and patience, he delivered the final cure.
I am a fighter.

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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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Reality

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Reality
Kay Rice
May 30, 2014

The stars shine bright but seem so far,
They appear so different then what they are.
Beautiful, glistening diamonds tempting the heart,
Yet in reality they are only cold rocks, falling apart.

The night sky beckons and calls out my name,
To reach to the lights, to shed all my shame.
They twinkle and dance, like sirens do call,
Yet, I know if I jump, I surely will fall.

I reach up, believing I can catch that one star,
Yet knowing to well I will never reach that far.
Perception and dreams weave a deadly dream,
They distort the truth, masking what needs to be seen.

So my feet stay planted, here, by my balcony wall,
I know I can’t fly, so I never will fall.
The stars will continue to sing and to dance,
Someday, I will touch one, someday by chance.

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