Kimber Michaela Writing

The Latch

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The latch slipped from its slot.
The gate slides open just a bit.
I didn’t notice right away.
As I get closer my heart beats faster.
I pace back and forth like something
that has been caged in wanting to
get out, but not having the right key.

Do I dare, see what’s waiting on the other side.
Once I do, nothing will be the same.
This the moment I have looked for.

Do I  or live with the regrets of what if’s.
My hand shakes as I push the gate open a little farther.

Part of my emotional baggage will be left behind.
Some comes with me because I’m ME!
Some I will gather along the way.

I look back, take a deep breath,
I grab my reins, and hit the opening full force.
The wind is in my face and air fills my lungs.

Kimber Michaela 2012
This was written the month after my mom died.
I love her for all she did and helped with over the years.
But it was her way and everyone else was wrong if they don’t it that way.
For me to have the latch opened she had to leave us.
I wouldn’t be who I needed to be.
So I hope I have made her proud, by being what I was suppose to be.

Kimber Michaela Writing

Sentinel Knight

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His sword is ready
His trusted friends by his side
He knows what he wants and
will slay his enemy to get
to keep it.
But for now he is on watch
His sword is sharp and ready
His trusted friends loyal and
by his side.
He waits…
He waits…

Kimber Michaela 2012

Kimber Michaela Writing

I reach

I reach and touch your face
and caress it with the side of my hand
it glides over your beard
its rough to the touch.

But I like that roughness, they make
certain men sexy and an air of danger
you look at me and roll your eyes.

But its a major turn on for me and
your all for that.

I pull my hand away and step back
so I can stand on my tippy toes and
put my arms around your neck, being
short is a major disadvantage at times.

I look deep into your eyes I am lost in them.

When my eyes open again, my hands are
flat against the shower wall, I rest my forehead
against the cold tile. Your not here.

I sigh, I found my lost again and again
as I reach.

Kimber Michaela 2016

Kimber Michaela Writing

Monday Thoughts 2/20/17

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This is what I needed to see right now.
I haven’t been able to type THE END on one
of my WIP’s, yes I said plural!!

They start, then either from a major distraction,
that keeps me from opening the document, that leaves
it in cobwebs, that I can’t step back in.
Or I research and visual myself right out the other
end of the story.

You hear the words of other writer’s sit your butt
in the chair, write everyday, etc…
Day duties suck my mental energy
so very much right now.
I’m not one of those writers who can grab 10 mins
here and there, it takes me that long just to get myself
and material settled. Laughing out Loud.

But that’s what make all of the writers so UNIQUE,
we can try to do what others do, but in the end, it
is our own way that is our own!
I am my own worst enemy when I look at what I write,
at a RWA readers for life event, a best selling author told me
to put the red pen away until you type THE END.

I just need to take it word by word, line by line, and
I’ll know you’ll  cheering me on and
be waiting on that last page when I type THE END!

Always,
Kimber Michaela

 

Kimber Michaela Writing

My Weapons

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My weapons are drawn
I’m ready to fight
for the love one’s I care
so much about.

My weapons are drawn
I’m ready to fight for
the one’s I couldn’t live without.

Please remember I Love You!
As I step into the light,
that they will not let me be back.

My weapons are drawn
I’m ready to fight.

Kimber Michaela 2012