Kay started her physical journey home when she was released from prison on July 5, 2013, but her spiritual journey was already well underway because of her commitment to seek out healing experiences while incarcerated. Kay enrolled in the Truth Be Told (TBT) Talk To Me – Movement class and then Discovery, where she wrote the poem below.
She attended every one of the TBT Exploring Creativity Workshops that she could and had a powerful opening experience when Sherry Gingras and the Djembabes brought drumming to the women in prison (described in this November 2013 post).
When Kay was close to being released, she joined the TBT Let’s Get Real class for two semesters.
Our programs weren’t her only resource: her love of dogs made her the perfect match for PAWS in Prison.
Since being released, Kay has been active in our Beyond Bars Program, connecting and supporting other women, in spite of a busy life with a new job, new dog, new car, new home, and renewed life.
We love that Kay took the time to create a personal fundraising page for Truth Be Told during Amplify Austin 2014 and raised $500!
Kay, thank you for sharing your grace, your wisdom, and your story.
The JourneyBy Kay R.
For so long, I’ve had this absolute longing to go home…
Even when I was home.
Did that mean I felt lost?
Did that mean I sought death?
Did that mean I yearned to be embraced by God?
Did that mean I slumped over in weariness and confusion?
Yep! You betcha!
Oh, I’m not talking about going home from this cell, the walls, and the razor wire —
Oh yea, I want out of here.
BUT – which way is home from here?
I’ve been searching; I’m still searching.
Could that path over yonder lead me back to home?
I’ll have to remove some of the many masks I’ve worn.
Some I’ll toss away forever.
Ah! Look! The core of me.
Wow! The spirit of all that I am lives.
The spark of my spirit flickers…just a little.
I’m shedding layers now.
I’m digging through the pain.
Whew! That really, really hurts.
I’m not sure I want to do this.
Now I’m shrinking, crumbling – fearful.
I scream: I can do this, determined.
Tumble down the walls and barriers
Courage, please take hold
There’s the hand of God
For once I grab it and hold on tight.
Look at me. I feel innocent and pure
Even in the midst of all my experience
I’m feeling my spirit begin to shine now
The glow heals me.
Smiling, I embrace the hearts of my circle of friends, boldly.
I am still growing, eager to evolve
I encompass resolution and acceptance
I am rejoicing in being me
I am celebrating being me
Dancing, twirling, laughing
I’ve found home. Hello, self! Welcome home.