Invisibility

Oh, invisible me
Could I slip through the cracks
Even disappear into the atmosphere

Or could I slip inside
Your beautiful mind
And reside there

But, for the fear of not being accepted
Or the scalding truth of being rejected

No map to lead the way
For your voice reverberates
The music my heart wants to play
If only I could scale these prison gates

If only I could tear down the walls
And escape from inside
These sterile, vacant halls
I could be visible and alive

By Kyra Faith Jackman
4/15/2014 @ 2:20pm

Uninhibited Beauty

There sits a pine tree
Off in the distance
It doesn't experience
Loneliness,  heartache or hopelessness.

It grows and breaks
In the wind, it shakes
It lies dormant for a time, cheating death
Storing nutrients, in preparation for a strong comeback.

It does not strive for perfection
No boundaries, limitations or expectations
It simply reaches for the sky without abandon
Water, Earth and Sun, a recipe to dazzle the imagination.

By Kyra Faith

April 8, 2014 2:45pm

The Raft: the view and the memories

                                                                                                                                                                                        Sharing a few photos of one of my favorite spots, "The Raft". This is a little place on Lake St. Clair in Fair Haven, Michigan. This quaint little spot specializes in burgers and chili, but for me, it covets some very dear memories with my Daddy. We used to make the drive North along Jefferson Ave, ending up at "The Raft". As we traversed this scenic road, my Dad would share stories with me. We would order our food at the walk-up window out back and with no real care for time on those days, we would sit out at the picnic tables behind this little restaurant and share a meal while taking in the remarkable view. On most occasions, while visiting this old familiar spot, there would be a swan or two wandering around just off shore. If you ever make it out to that neck of the woods, stop in for a burger and an amazing view.

When Silence Calls

Darkness falls
Closed in walls
Can you hear it
When quiet calls?

Thunder rumbles, lightning cracks
Stops the world in its' tracks
Rain pours down
Drowning out the sound

No one would hear it
No one is around
It remains, leaves a stain
World of pain
Rained down
On this one horse town
Sun and dry air surround
The perimeter of this hollowed, solo ground.