The Rut

The rut black-hole-star-sucking

My laugh is empty –

it’s lost it’s guts

I feel myself falling

into one of those ruts

That long

dark hole

I think I’ll never come back from

That “odd-one-out” feeling

that I really don’t belong

© Kait King, 2016

You’re Leaving…

You're leaving

What is there

to say?

I can’t force you

to stay

I don’t want you to

feel bad

So I try real hard not to

be sad

And I smile and wave to you

goodbye

As I turn my smile slips and

I just cry

© Kait King, 2016

Keyhole Kid

keyhole kid

She wasn’t afraid

but she was alone

the house was empty

nobody home

She didn’t get angry

she didn’t have to cry

she didn’t even question

that she’s alone at 5 and why

It’s hard to find a window

that opens kind of wide

even for a little person

to end up safe inside

So she huddles on the step

trying to keep warm

wishing, hoping someone comes

before all curtains are drawn

Now it starts to quietly rain

and it’s getting rather dark

So she starts to walk down the road

towards Alberta Park

We never knew what happened

to that little girl alone

I just know she’d still be here

if someone had been home…

© Kait King, 2015

Creepy Creep Creeping

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She didn’t want to know, y’know

She didn’t want to see

Her man had been behind her back

creepy creep creeping

Another in denial, sat

She really couldn’t believe

He really couldn’t have done that

creepy creep creeping

Your heart is not safe

it says

your children are in danger

the man you thought was ‘dad’ material

turns out to be that stranger…

creepy creep creeping

© Kait King, 2016

Daily grind of a good guy

Daily grind

I come home

the cat’s at my feet

kids are crying

but there’s nothing made to eat

It’s a hard day at work

with paper knee deep

and the heater’s broken

so I can’t get to sleep

Yet another day comes

we follow like sheep

I can’t find the faith

to make that big leap

I know I shouldn’t take it in

so very, very deep

But it seems to be sort of extra hard

when you aren’t someone who cheats

© Kait King, 2015

Just Because….

Just because

Just because he’s fat

you can’t leave him out

like that

And even if it’s so

inside he’s like you,

y’know

And even when we’re angry

and think we are not wrong

it’s best to love and forgive

and learn to get along

Just because she’s different

and cannot see by choice

take a moment to listen

to her gifted singing voice

Because everyone’s born perfect

from different points of view

and the world would really be

quite boring

if they were all like me

and you

© Kait King, 2016

Be Careful What You Wish For

be careful what u wish for

She gazes across an icy panacea

The kestrel above, calls when he sees her

The sun, though present, is fractionated

It’s warmth not worth being appreciated

A tumble of Schnauzers race to greet her

A ten out of ten on the Cute-O-Meter

Gazing liquid eyes desperate to be touched

It was nobodys’ wonder why she loved them so much

Their little furry faces had such alot to say

She couldn’t imagine being without them every single day

Although things weren’t perfect in a very imperfect life

And she would have no more children and may never be a wife

But the beauty all around her and the freedom that she loved

Was all that she had asked for, from the Universe above

© Kait King, 2015

A Mantra for those Suffering from Violence

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You will never

have power over me

You’ve taken everything

that you can see

but you will never

have power over me

You will never

have my mind

You’ve beaten me black

held me behind

But I promise, you will never

have my mind

You will never

have my soul

You tell me I’m ugly

stupid and old

But I swear, you will never

have my soul

© Kait King, 2016

Being the Ogre

being the_Ogre

You promise you’ll be home tonight

to kiss the kids and hold me tight

You tell me it won’t be the same

until it happens once again

You say I am the only one

and what’s been done can’t be undone

I stay quietly alone all through the day

watching our kids grow and play

and when the door opens later at night

they think you’re home, that they are all right

But bedtime comes and they can’t wait up

I am the ogre who’s taken their pup

Little do they know you don’t give a damn

Fathers’ like you shouldn’t be called men

© Kait King, 2015