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kayla Shay

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

21 poems·Since July 2013

My name is a Kayla. I am an active duty military police stationed on the East Coast. I transfered to Eastern Connecticut State Univerisity and will start full time this fall 2014. I am very excited to be a part of a great school. My major will be social work. I am a photographer, a poet, and an artist. There is nothing more amazing than being creative. The power of poetry and art can be very moving and gives you chills. I grew up on a farm and love the beauty of nature. I'm an advocate for Non-Gmo and organic foods.

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Falling into the unknown of unsurity.

May 4, 2014
A feeling as if you gained so much to watch it all crumble in front of you. Not knowing if that next bump in the road will be twice as bad as the last one. Thinking you've made it far then look back only to find you are still in that same dreadful spot. Looking in the mirror and noticing that you haven't made it anywhere but being known as another failure. Wondering if you'll ever leave the dark hole that you have fallen in The first time you fell in you feel like you broke your legs because of the heaviness you feel. The dread draped upon you like a punch to a nerd. Like death of your heart. A blackened rose laying next to you. A bottle of all your dream broken in front of you. Your soul crumbles into tiny fragments. The feeling like you've failed. That "F" in life isn't the grade anybody wants. The dread of knowing you think you did. Not knowing if you'll ever get another chance for extra credit. But every time you try, you keep get another "F" How will I be able to pass this test of life. Words written got me no where. Hope slapped me in the face. Hope gave up on me. The hope that everyone promised would come has cheated me out. Being faithful to hope got me no where. What am I supposed to do? I'm not allowed to give up. I am lost in a dark hole with no light to see. Light that was there flickered and died. Where did my light go? Why did it leave? What have I done for it to disappear right in front of me? Slowly went away like dust in the wind. Lost. Forgotten. Unsure. Confused. Don't know if its going to happen. Wishing. What shall I look for? Not sure either. I am..... Falling into the unknown of unsurity. .
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