Skepticism, Doubt & Other Negative Clutches 

Crispy cold

She tries to

Mold

Her icicles around

My heart

I shake my

Head

To refuse her

Debt

But I was lost

At the very start

A lonely day

I spend away

Trying to keep us

Apart

But the doubt

Crawls in

That I’m full of

Sin

And shouldn’t have been

born

With a heart

Kait King 2017

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

Earth Angels are Real

It’s a beautiful thing

When you think

you know the world,

how it all works

That it’s dog eat dog

Self preservation is key

No one else will care

Just when I think

This world is lost

A lost society

Forgotten generations

There is no hope

For us,

Earth Angels step in

They do ride in on unicorns

Sprinkle fairy dust

Create magic and

Make dreams come true…

Kait King ❣ 21st September 2019

And there he was…

Jay n me on beach newcastle june2016 2

It hadn’t been a long time – only a matter of months, you could count them in days if you had to. But it felt like centuries. I missed my boy – he was loud and large in my little cottage, but now everything seems too large, too empty and way too quiet!

So landing in Sydney I couldn’t wait to see him and get a giant bear hug – his hugs are the only ones that are like that for me. It’s something very definable, tangible. Anyone else could give me a giant hug but they will never measure up to my son’s loving arms. I have never been a “clasp-hugger”, y’know, brief – per-functionary. There is no point in displaying affection if you don’t mean it. So yes, maybe he has only known how to hug like that – I love that about him. A helluva lot can be said in a hug. And hugging my son at the airport for the first time in ages was like a relief almost…a sigh of thank you Universe – he really is all good! He looked and felt healthy, his hair had grown even longer and his smile beamed across the crowd of anxious collectors. He stood out as if he was the only one in colour and everyone else was black and white.

I know I maybe could be describing everything else – and I’m sure it will come out, but my holiday was really about filling up my soul as a Mum. Spending time with that beautiful little spirit I had nursed, guided and shoved into this lovely young man in front of me, that I am so proud to call My Son.

Letmeout!

trapped

My eyes feel

like I’ve rolled them in salt

My brain

just won’t let me sleep

I go through the stories

in my head –

blaming myself and

at fault

No one else

sees me like that

although they often find

the broken me

I’m not that hard

to interpret

My body stops me

being free

© Kait King, 2015

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