I’m completely elated with the fact I landed front page news in my local newspaper here in Virginia. It came as a surprise as well because they never emailed me back letting me know they were running the press release. This is a big accomplishment for myself and very good boost in confidence of my career as a writer and poet. Celebrated with a bottle of wine and hubby bought me flowers
Six years ago I was happy go lucky. Well, if you want to be technical, its going on seven years. I was going into my last semester of college and things were fanning out in my future. I was writing on various books I had dabbling in my head, along with a coauthor on esoteric material. My world came crashing down when my mother was stricken ill with a stroke. We got through months of therapy and her getting better. The final nail in the coffin, which is an ironic twist of words in my heart, was her passing in February of 2009. It was two weeks before my final exams. I had missed the max allotted time for absences and there was no way I could go into class. I was a wreck. My absence was allowed and we set forth with the plans of burying my mother. When we laid her to rest, I laid a side of me to rest as well. I laid my passion to rest. I didn’t have the urge to write anymore. I couldn’t even write my grief out on paper. I broke the damn of emotions this past winter. They flooded my mind. Words came in bounds to my fingers, along with tears streaming from my eyes. I had never let the bottled up feelings of my mother’s passing completely out. I was turning 21. Two weeks from OUR shared birthday. The number one fan in my life. The one who envisioned me going places with a college degree. I let her down when I graduated. Six years later that degree sits in a frame unused. Its not my fault. I couldn’t find a job to use it.
I haven’t heard I’m proud of you from anyone aside from my sister since my mother passed. When she passed, we became closer than we have ever been. We too are six years apart. Funny how numbers play a role in your life. I patiently wait for the rest of my family to recognize my accomplishments, but to no avail, they have yet to tell me how proud they are that I’m their sister. I’ve become the black sheep. I don’t get Christmas Cards from my older siblings. I don’t get birthday wishes. I feel like I don’t exist unless something happens to my father. I’m invisible in their eyes.
I published my poetry books to gain recognition in my family’s eyes. It seems I will never gain the respect I wish. So from now on, I’m doing me! I published my book for me! I don’t care if its sells. If it does wonderful! If it doesn’t, it doesn’t matter. I accomplished something in life and took it by the horns. Recognition is needed no more. I do this for me from now on!
I’m running far away
To escape this place
I look to the stars for the face
Who will save me and take me away
His hands brush away the tears
My body shudders with his touch
Within him I see so clear
His image slowly fades to black
He’s the one
That we dream of
The one who can save us all
I keep trying
To find the one man
Who will save us from the darkness
All one thousand
Kids mistreated
Who feel lonely
Need to be saved from this horrible Place
Flown Away
Steered away from
A suicide life
A suicide life
I’m running from the field of tears
And falling into a world of fears
I reach for his outstretched hand
I can’t reach him
I can’t touch him
I’m falling into
The darkest dream
Where all innocence is lost
Everything is lost
The lightning strikes
I hold his hand tight
Hanging from the Cliffside so high
My eyes are pleading with his
Save me
Help me
I keep trying
To find the one man
Who will save us from the darkness
All one thousand
Kids mistreated
Who feel lonely
Need to be saved from this horrible Place
Flown Away
Steered away from
A suicide life
A suicide life
I’m running from the field of tears
And falling into a world of fears
I reach for his outstretched hand
I can’t reach him
I can’t touch him
I’m falling into
The darkest dream
Where all innocence is lost
Everything is lost
Let me live
As I fall through the air
I can only remember
He was never there
They’re jumping one by one
Into a sea of fiery hell
He flies in
But he’s too late
His hopes have sank
There’s no one left to save
All their lives
They hoped and prayed
That he would come
On the darkest day
But now they’re gone
He is useless
No one gives a damn
They’re mean and cruel
I keep trying
To find the one man
Who will save us from
The darkness
All one thousand
Kids mistreated
Who feel lonely
Need to be saved from this
Horrible Place
Flown Away
Steered away from
A suicide life
A suicide life
I’m running from the field of tears
And falling into a world of fears
I reach for his outstretched hand
I can’t reach him
I can’t touch him
I’m falling into
The darkest dream
Where all innocence is lost
Everything is lost
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The field is empty and cold
I sit at your feet with my heart heavier than ever
I speak to you as the wind blows past my face
The cold air burning my face
Tears stream down
As I plead with you for an answer
An answer to everything that holds me back
Your response falls silent to my deaf ears
I desperately need to hear your voice
To hear your words of wisdom and truth
Your silent response echoes deep within my heart
The tears stream down as I beg with you
I need your answer to move on
I need your answer to continue on throughout life
I cannot look up from where I sit
I stare at the flowers I have brought you
A gift from my heart
O how you loved your flowers
The warm smell of beautiful notes
That fill the empty voids of space
I close my eyes and rock back and forth
Wanting to hear you say the words
Wanting to hear your voice
The voice of reason
The voice of love
But yet again the sound of your voice falls on my deaf ears
I wipe away the tears that have betrayed my mind
I promised to be strong
I promised to not cry
I promised that I would take each word to heart
But the words are silent
Still
I stand from your feet and open my eyes
The light from the sun is blinding as it bounces from your reflective emanation
I reach out to touch your face
But I keep reaching on
I fall to my knees in despair
Grasping your flowers tight in my hands
Why won’t you listen to my pleading heart?
Why won’t you answer me back when I ask?
Why didn’t you stay with me forever?
Just as you promised you would
Why did you leave me torn into pieces?
I should be whole
I should be happy
But I’m not
You left me without letting me know why
Why!!?
I demand to know why!
But your answer still falls on my deaf ears.
I walk from your feet
To the reflecting light bouncing in my eyes
I walk closer to your heart
And I lay down your flowers right there
On the mound of dirt
In this freezing February air
Copyright Kasey Hill “In the Shadows of my Heart: Winter’s Darkest Hour” June 7, 2015
Well, I finally broke down and did a paperback publishing route to my poetry book “In the Shadows of my Heart: Winter’s Darkest Hour.” You can buy your copy either on my estore https://www.createspace.com/5545202 or on amazon http://www.amazon.com/Shadows-Heart-Winters-Darkest-Hour/dp/1514241013
For those of you wanting an autographed copy, message me and place your order through me, same price plus shipping as stated on the websites. I will order, autograph, and ship to you with no additional cost for autographs <3
Here is my formal Press Release!
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Book Name: In the Shadows of my Heart: Winter’s Darkest Hour
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VIRGINIA AUTHOR LAUNCHES HER FIRST POETRY BOOK: IN THE SHADOWS OF MY HEART: WINTER’S DARKEST HOUR
KASEY HILL has been writing poetry, fiction, and nonfiction for years. She finally took the initiative to have one of books of poetry published this year. Targeting those who suffer from SADD (Seasonal Affective Depressive Disorder) she pieced together a manuscript of spirituality, death, grief, loss, and even romance issues that tend to weigh down the minds of the sufferers.
Kasey’s poetry book, “In the Shadows of my Heart: Winter’s Darkest Hour,” was written this past winter of 2015. As a sufferer of SADD, Mrs. Hill took the disorder with leaps and bounds, and decided to pen a poetry book to help those who suffer from the disorder. SADD affects millions each year, and suicide is a main concern among physicians for their depressed patients. After losing her mother in 2009, she kept all of her emotions bottled inside. This past winter she decided to free those emotions by scribing her first published book.
“My hope for the success of this book isn’t a material gain, but a gain in the loves of the readers as they see how this disorder can be overcome.”– Kasey Hill
She strives every day to help those that suffer from the disorder to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Whether it is marital problems, a loved one’s death at the back of their mind, or even failing beliefs in their “God” of choice, this poetry book takes those hurtles, and presents a way out of the darkness of the year.
For more information, contact Kasey Hill at (434) 259-0546 or visit her websites at:
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