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You are the only star that still burns in my night sky.
 May 2016 Rachel Keating
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Flamed
 May 2016 Rachel Keating
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One night soon
someone
will strike a match
on a stone
and read my name.
She has fought through illness and heart pain.
She has seen tragedies, time and again.
She risked her own life so I could be born.
Not listening to the doctors who said to abort.
She has stood through life's trials,
and has come out stronger.
She is my Mother, the Fighter.

She has questioned God.
But her faith has not faltered.
She has placed herself in His hands,
for however long He gives her.
She is my Mother, the Fighter.

She is gentle-spirited, yet a warrior.
She is quiet, yet bold.
She is my Mother, the Fighter.

And she is still fighting.
She has endured long.
And continues to endure.
Whatever comes.
Her story will be told.
To future generations.
I will tell her story.
Her legacy of faith.
For I am her daughter,
and I love her.
She is my Mother, the Fighter.
With her Faithful God behind her.
---dedicated to my loving mother on this Mother's Day.  I love you, Mom.
Thank you for teaching me to fight the good fight of the faith, and to persevere in prayer and through trial, without giving up. You are truly a blessing to me.
What hurts me most
Is not knowing
Your heart has no desire for me.
What hurts me most
Is not the knowledge
That I will never have you.
What hurts me most
Is knowing
That the one who has you
Will never truly love you
Just for who you are.
Oh I know she will love your beautiful parts.
She will laugh at your jokes,
She will live for your body,
She will smile at your crazy, carefree antics.
But she will never love your ugly parts.
The parts you hide away from her.
The parts of you I know.
What hurts me most
Is knowing
That she will grow irritated
By your bizarre, obsessive habits.
What hurts me most
Is the knowledge
That she will learn to hate
Your shaking, angry lip.
What hurts me most
Is knowing
That there will be nights
When you fall asleep
With the person beside you
Never telling you
That she loves
Every dark part,
Every lovely part,
Every strange part,
Every joyous part,
Every monstrous part,
Every part of you that makes up you.
Every part of you
That I love
(And I love,
And I love,
And I love)
Behind my silence
And pleasant facade.
Run until my feet are brusied..
Run until I get tired...
Run.

Fight until my hands are numb
Fight until my knuckles dent and covered with its blood...
Fight.

Scream until my parents hear me from across the world....
Scream to let God know its pain....
Scream.

Love until you see a smile on its face..
Love until you breathe your last breath..
Love.
 May 2016 Rachel Keating
AM
Tide
 May 2016 Rachel Keating
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I kissed your lips and I knew
what the moon is feeling
as the world forbids it
to ever be close to the sea
no matter how many times
it attracts the water from up above
Molten green eyes
Filled with wonder
Gazing on wanderers
Without time or number


Sleeping at noon
And dancing at night
Elegant feet
Taking to flight


Under the stars
Dreaming of one
Perhaps he'd pass again
Before the end of the sun
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