11/27/2014 Feet sink into the wet sand, The waves crash against my legs as I walk collecting shells in my hand. Beautiful, colorful, each its own kind, Of all sizes and shapes that nowhere else I would find. Each with their own stories, All took a different path, I am sorry I cannot recount their histories, How they managed to survive the ocean’s tumultuous wrath. As bubbles burst and seaweed is washed ashore, I know I have not seen them all, there are so many more. I look out upon the surface of the ocean, How it flows with such graceful motion, Yet I know the fierce strength of the riptide, That just out of sight endless dangers hide. But I won’t stop plunging into the depths, To continue my search and embrace the challenges, Perhaps one day someone will stop me along the shore, And maybe, just maybe I will be able to share my story.
About Kyra Halpenny
She is passionate about self-expression (in her writing and photography), global awareness (fed by repeated exposure to life outside the US), and the ability to unite people through common interests and goals. Kyra participated in a Global Glimpse trip to Nicaragua and has been actively involved in the organization ever since. She also led a bullying awareness campaign in her community. She believes in the power of kindness, and that the quiet make the most noise. Kyra intends to use this adventure to broaden her world perspective, and allow her to become a more thoughtful global citizen. She also feels this program will give her the opportunity to continue to convey her thoughts in her chosen mediums - writing and visual.