Propelled forward
Within the confines of my mind
By stretching the truth from
A vacancy left there by my youth
Stretch it until it bends into some alternate reality
Because the light of day exposes
Infinite possibility.
The limitless energy flow drives fear right through your skull
Like a stake into the heart of your dreams,
fear pierces the boundless energy and paralyzes your soul
Whisking away what lies within and
Leaving it cold on the floor in front of you,
lifeless and destitute,
framing the burdens of a life left in chains wrapped up in shame.
By Kyra Jackman
April 13, 2011
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About Me
- kyra faith
- Born and raised in Metro Detroit. I have a deep love for the city and all that it has to offer. Always seeking growth, absorbing all that I can and cherishing the treasures that I collect along the way. I am fortunate in my life to experience many true connections with others where I am gifted with energy, light, passion and grace.
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Fragile: Handle With Care
People run when my lips speak the truth.
Running from the shame,
The burden of my youth.
So, I will walk awhile
Into the wilderness,
Ignore the pain inside.
Walk amongst the crowd
That clings to
Only what is allowed.
Stories told of happy times
To hide the pain
Behind classy rhymes,
Those that tell of
Sugar plums
Or ancient tales of love.
It is acceptable to dream
Of sweet and treasured
Souls that gleam.
Do not speak of the night
Where danger and demons
Fill us with fright.
By Kyra Faith
December 30, 1993
Running from the shame,
The burden of my youth.
So, I will walk awhile
Into the wilderness,
Ignore the pain inside.
Walk amongst the crowd
That clings to
Only what is allowed.
Stories told of happy times
To hide the pain
Behind classy rhymes,
Those that tell of
Sugar plums
Or ancient tales of love.
It is acceptable to dream
Of sweet and treasured
Souls that gleam.
Do not speak of the night
Where danger and demons
Fill us with fright.
By Kyra Faith
December 30, 1993
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Hall Of Wonder
Energy strung
So high above
The bricks that built
A world so small.
Life that left
Before it was done.
A soul so hollow
It was bound to all.
The mind collapsed
In it's shell
So shaken
By the ground once moved.
When the eyes
Came into view,
The girl had to ask
What had been proved.
So high above
The bricks that built
A world so small.
Life that left
Before it was done.
A soul so hollow
It was bound to all.
The mind collapsed
In it's shell
So shaken
By the ground once moved.
When the eyes
Came into view,
The girl had to ask
What had been proved.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
INTO
Here is a poem I completed on September 14, 1989.
INTO
Grasping tight
Into this
Moment of confusion
Stripped of power
I speak,
Time follows,
I repeat.
All is lost into darkness.
Shadows faded,
I found
A strength within
Unknown,
So deep,
Shallow to the cause.
A spark captured
Light of day.
INTO
Grasping tight
Into this
Moment of confusion
Stripped of power
I speak,
Time follows,
I repeat.
All is lost into darkness.
Shadows faded,
I found
A strength within
Unknown,
So deep,
Shallow to the cause.
A spark captured
Light of day.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The Dust
I had lost my focus for too long.
A thick layer of dust gathered,
it seemed as a wool blanket
covering my hopes and dreams.
Why had I allowed myself to slip away so?
How had one experience and one person
helped me to uncover and discover?
The dust buried my soul,
my true self, for so long.
Was I so afraid to be?
That I had allowed myself to . . .
not be, feel, think or create
from the inside as I know I can.
How much different the world looks to me now.
How I feel with so much more intensity.
Still, in doing so,
I am aware of the possibilities
that the strength of what I feel will increase,
be enlightened with every turn, with every glance
and with each introduction that follows.
The colors are so bold and bright.
The variables in between are so rich and plentiful.
So full of wonder and excitement
is the path ahead.
Still, I feel fear tugging at my back.
Struggling, the fear tries to keep my steps forward
to a tiptoe, a mere shuffle.
I must push ahead,
fear at my back, possibility in my sights,
follow the path until . . .
I meet another path, until . . .
A thick layer of dust gathered,
it seemed as a wool blanket
covering my hopes and dreams.
Why had I allowed myself to slip away so?
How had one experience and one person
helped me to uncover and discover?
The dust buried my soul,
my true self, for so long.
Was I so afraid to be?
That I had allowed myself to . . .
not be, feel, think or create
from the inside as I know I can.
How much different the world looks to me now.
How I feel with so much more intensity.
Still, in doing so,
I am aware of the possibilities
that the strength of what I feel will increase,
be enlightened with every turn, with every glance
and with each introduction that follows.
The colors are so bold and bright.
The variables in between are so rich and plentiful.
So full of wonder and excitement
is the path ahead.
Still, I feel fear tugging at my back.
Struggling, the fear tries to keep my steps forward
to a tiptoe, a mere shuffle.
I must push ahead,
fear at my back, possibility in my sights,
follow the path until . . .
I meet another path, until . . .
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Clearing Away The Clutter
Here is a piece that I completed in November of 2002. After some life changing experiences during a trip to California that month, I did a lot of writing. I will certainly share more of this writing in the future as it reflects the evolution that took place in me during that time.
Clearing Away The Clutter
Clearing away the clutter
who imagined it could have such an effect?
To be able to think more clearly,
feel more deeply,
be reunited with your senses, as if,
having met them for the first time.
Breathing much more easily,
seeing much further than before,
observing so many little details
of which I had not even been aware.
The details shine brightly.
It amazes me
that I could have lived without
the depth of feeling.
The details seem to be as necessary as
the air in my lungs
in allowing the blood
to continue to flow.
The world is grand,
the variables are many.
It is an ocean great and fierce,
so beautiful and scary,
so deep and wide,
so full and so lonely,
so blue with many shades of grey,
so vast and yet boxed in.
Turning each way to face yet another wall
to break through.
Oh, what splendor, to break through.
For something new, fresh and awesome awaits
to bring life to something inside
waiting to awaken
with splendor, with awe, full of wonder.
No matter the timing,
there is no preparation to be made.
For, these wonders come and surprise
even the most skilled seekers of life.
It is not in breath that we live,
not in a day or a moment that we live.
It is in wonder that we dance, that we live
full, whole and in awe of the dance, the life, the gift.
Clearing Away The Clutter
Clearing away the clutter
who imagined it could have such an effect?
To be able to think more clearly,
feel more deeply,
be reunited with your senses, as if,
having met them for the first time.
Breathing much more easily,
seeing much further than before,
observing so many little details
of which I had not even been aware.
The details shine brightly.
It amazes me
that I could have lived without
the depth of feeling.
The details seem to be as necessary as
the air in my lungs
in allowing the blood
to continue to flow.
The world is grand,
the variables are many.
It is an ocean great and fierce,
so beautiful and scary,
so deep and wide,
so full and so lonely,
so blue with many shades of grey,
so vast and yet boxed in.
Turning each way to face yet another wall
to break through.
Oh, what splendor, to break through.
For something new, fresh and awesome awaits
to bring life to something inside
waiting to awaken
with splendor, with awe, full of wonder.
No matter the timing,
there is no preparation to be made.
For, these wonders come and surprise
even the most skilled seekers of life.
It is not in breath that we live,
not in a day or a moment that we live.
It is in wonder that we dance, that we live
full, whole and in awe of the dance, the life, the gift.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
AGE
Today, I share with you a piece that I composed in 1998. I was in my mid twenties and preparing for a lot of big life changes; marriage, newly built home, life-threatening heart surgery for my Father and new challenges at work. It was a year full and rich in many ways but deep with emotional struggles as well. It was definitely a year filled with many life lessons. See what you think. Can you relate to feeling this way at some points in your life?
AGE
Sophistication, Wisdom, Power, Strength . . .
Fear, Reality, Helplessness, Loneliness . . .
We look forward to it until we reach it.
We enjoy it until we see the reality of it.
It comes so quickly to meet us.
It steps in the door before it knocks.
What happened? Not so fast! Where did it go?
The time, the youth . . . yesterday.
We wanted to be big. We wanted to drive.
We wanted to go out on our own. We wanted to get married.
We wanted to have a family. We wanted. We wanted . . .
But not anymore.
Now we want it all back.
To cherish, to treasure, to have it all over again.
If you are not here yet.
You get a second chance.
Make it your miracle.
AGE
Sophistication, Wisdom, Power, Strength . . .
Fear, Reality, Helplessness, Loneliness . . .
We look forward to it until we reach it.
We enjoy it until we see the reality of it.
It comes so quickly to meet us.
It steps in the door before it knocks.
What happened? Not so fast! Where did it go?
The time, the youth . . . yesterday.
We wanted to be big. We wanted to drive.
We wanted to go out on our own. We wanted to get married.
We wanted to have a family. We wanted. We wanted . . .
But not anymore.
Now we want it all back.
To cherish, to treasure, to have it all over again.
If you are not here yet.
You get a second chance.
Make it your miracle.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
This Thing Called Fear
I often write about this thing called fear. Fear can control our lives if we allow it. Fear can destroy our plans if we let it. Fear can run away with our dreams if we don't stop it. Fear can obstruct us on our path and we must find another route or climb over it. What I want to stop for this moment to talk about is what happens when we conquer our fear. Yes, we can conquer our fear because we created it! When we finally refuse to let fear stand in our way, amazing things happen. Fear is manufactured inside our heads and we shall overcome it! Fear is not the natural way for our lives to be guided. Our natural guide is the shining light within us that directs us out from the shadows and onto the stage where we are meant to shine. I have seen people overcome fear and the most amazing things happen! Look inside yourself and discover why fear has bound you to unhappiness. All of the things you "wanted to do in life" can be accomplished. Overcoming fear can be one of the most rewarding things in life. The possibilities are endless once you are freed from the locks and chains of fear. Break out of that prison, break free for all the world to see and let that light shine!
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