Sunflower Fields Shall Reveal

Is it even real
Telling you only half of what I feel?
Holding back for your gain,
Burying the sadness and the pain.

Are we really friends
If I don't know where to begin?
Do you really care
That I am gasping for air?

I am standing in the shadows
Of those sunflowers in the meadow,
Dreaming that you will look for me there.
I am cold and lonely, lost and bare.

I am desperately searching my mind for a place
That isn't filled with longing or disgrace.
How did I get here in a flash,
If it was not built to last?

Why should it have to be discarded?
Only fools take the role of the broken hearted.
Why did you lead me to the sunflower fields
Only for the empty truth to be revealed?

By Kyra Faith
November 21,2006

Chester the Cat

Chester the Cat

Filled with grace
Your sweet, kitten face
Warmed my heart
Brought joy to my days

Your spirit strong
Life, full and long
As a kitten, you loved to play
You grew more loyal with each day

A faithful companion
Right up to the end
Always generous with affection
All you desired was attention

We shared so much love over the years
Memories will make smiles from the tears



Thank you to my remarkable kitty, Chester, for two decades of love and companionship! I am so fortunate that you chose me!!!

The Colors of Love

Time for sharing poetry again. I have been writing poetry since about the age of 10. Writing was always an outlet, a saving grace for me in the early years. I was not sure that I loved it or that I was even good at it but it gave me a sense of freedom and helped me through my childhood. It helped me to save myself from getting lost in those very dark places that look inviting to a child that is suffering and suffering, I was. So, after some time, writing became more than just an outlet for me. I fell in love with writing and began really learning a lot about my struggles, the lessons within them and my triumphs from reading what I had written. Also, I began to grow as a writer and this made me love it even more deeply. As my passion for writing grew, I experienced a lot of growth and that cycle has continued throughout the years. My writing from the early years seems much different to me than the compositions that I create today.
Here is a poem I wrote on 7/25/90:

The Colors of Love

It's love and personality
Stemming from positive minds
Hearts come together
Bringing forth more and more
Of the colors of the world

Here, there, and in between
As time turns
The light breaks out
Across the land each day

The colors of the world
Though often tucked away
And sometimes lost
In the chaos of everyday life
Are vivid and constant
If not gradually brighter
In the middle of

LOVE

Running high
Forward into the night

By Kyra Faith