DesireToInspire...ScholarshipSlam
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June 8th 2005, what an exciting day.
New adventures awaited me, Kenedy McKae.
An 8 pound 9 ounce baby girl so sweet,
I see the grin, a gift to me.
It quiets my inner demons.
Shattering battle of light and dark.
The simple gift is all I need to take another breath.
Star light, star bright.
Why does nothing I do ever feel right?
They say just keep moving foward,
what does foward even mean to them?
Does it mean to brave through the day with cloudy eyes?
I've said goodbyes and had close calls
My grandparents and aunts, I lost them all
My mom's stroke could have been much worse
My dad's illness is still running its course
All the pain takes its toll
Flickering in new flame
Glittering in a sky of pitch,
Dancing across a unique stage,
Embroidered white, by an artisan’s stitch
Swaying in the delicate breeze,
Stretched across a distance so vast,
A blade of grass in a field
Bending in the breeze.
Closer,
Dew shines,
Each tiny droplet shining against the
Fantastically green blade, reflecting the
Gaze of the sun.
How is it that
There's a little light in me
A spark you may say
It keeps me moving forward
Even through the rough days
It tells me to keep going
It tells me to stay strong
this is the intermittent calm present between the moments of unbridled chaos the whirring of a fan, resonates, a meditation while birds sing outside the window
