Poems by Beth Kennedy

Beth Kennedy is the heroine of my ebook, Hurricane Crimes. She likes to write poetry at night to unwind. Below you'll find three of her favorite poems. One of them is about domestic violence, as she is a self-defense instructor and helps many women in abusive relationships. There's also a poem about canoeing, her favorite sport. But she wants me to tell you that she's not a poet and to be gentle on her. :)

Hurricane

by

Beth Kennedy

A hurricane is on its way.

Rain falls onto my skin,

sinking into my veins.

Waves crash into the beaches,

filling their wet claws with sand,

taking away my home in pieces.

Wind gains the strength of gods,

extracting vengeance on my land,

it doesn’t ponder, it doesn’t stop.

Hurricane Sabrina is on her way,

and she has one goal in mind-

me and my last day. ©

SHE IS

by

Beth Kennedy

He is a crow and not a dove,

not worthy of her precious love.

She is a woman and not a pet,

doesn’t deserve this slow death.

He’s not worth the pain she’s put through every day,

she could’ve prevented her life from becoming this way,

but she stayed and nothing turned out okay.

He is a demon and not an angel,

not worthy of her sweet favors.

She is a queen and not a tragedy,

doesn’t deserve this cruelty.

What he shows to everyone is just a disguise,

at home he becomes a monster that wants her soul to die,

but she still stays and puts up with his marital crime.

He is a killer and not a savior,

not worthy of anything at all.

She is perfect and not a sin,

doesn’t deserve what he gives.

He controls her mind and makes her believe everything is fine,

she’s living a nightmare from day to night,

but she still stays—now God please keep her in your hands.

She is a woman,

she is a queen,

she is perfect,

she is me.

One sweet day she decided she had enough,

It was time for her bruises to heal and for her life to go on from here,

With her, she is taking the promise of a better life.

She is a warrior,

She is safe,

She is a survivor,

She is free. ©

River

by

Beth Kennedy

Arms straining, struggling, hurting, burning,

the current rushes beneath me.

Lungs expanding, filling, shrinking, emptying,

the sun’s rays touch my skin.

On the river, I can escape.

On the river, the canoe and oar are part of me.

Arms straining—I battle the rapids,

the current welcomes me.

Lungs expanding—I breathe in exhilaration,

the sun’s rays calm my body.

On the river, I can see clearly.

On the river, I know life is like canoeing.

Arms weak

the current takes me to the falls.

Lungs heave

the sun watches me take the plunge.

On the River of Life, I can’t escape.

On the River of Life, the canoe and oar are inside me. ©

I hope you enjoyed her poems. If you want to read her short story (and find out how her poetry journal comes into play) you can find the ebook at Amazon for $1.99. :)