It’s okay not to be happy.
It’s okay, my child.
Tomorrow the sun will rise again,
And hearts will again run wild;
Beating up and down the streets.
Flowing through the hours,
O’er-rushing with dreams of cakes and sweets,
And fields of endless flowers.
So it’s okay to cry and be sad.
It’s okay, my child.
Tomorrow the sun will rise again,
And yes, you will have smiled!
K. Aldaya, 9/4/13
Picture: Artist Unknown; http://extremelongevity.net/wp-content/uploads/Sunny-day1.jpg
The morning air is clear and fresh;
And whimsical as a fairy.
She spreads her wings and dances,
Through my skin to carry,…
Me on my way.
My heart beats and prances.
The sun is rising up from sleep.
“Good-morn to all”, she beams.
I greet with a yawning bow;
And just as fair water streams,
I flow and shine,
Run wet with sweat on brow,…
Stronger in my dreams!
K. Aldaya, 08/29/03
Picture: Photo from the campus of Duke University and Durham, North Carolina: Photographer Unknown; http://law.duke.edu/gallery/84&pil=5
I’m really very sorry,
That I was born this way.
I’m really, truly, sorry,
That this won’t go away.
I know it is just awful,
To have a child as me;
And you must have a chestful,…
Of disappointment, and plea….
To your God, “Oh Why? Oh Why?”….
“Was I burdened with such?”
“A child so sinful to mortify,
My holy human touch?”
Children as that: all the same;
They all have the disease!
There is no cure for its’ name,
Or its’ eyes which displease.
I know you deeply hate me,
For being born this way.
Down on my knees I could plea,
But this won’t go away.
Sorry you had to bother.
Messed up your perfect plan.
Please, won’t you forgive me father,
For being a woman?
K. Aldaya, 8/26/13
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://merryfarmer.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/sad-little-girl.jpg
In the gardens of Persephone,
I’ve built a house for thee.
So every spring when flowers bloom,
They will bloom for thee.
And every morn when sun appears,
As Helios’ chariot veers,
Through the sky and warms your face;
Do not shed your tears!
For when spring’s gone and time moves on,
And the world seems dark even at dawn,
Remember that when seasons have passed,
Spring will return with a yawn.
To renew your spirits and hope:
To live on and to cope,
Until we meet again my love,
In the afterlife to elope….
Where I’ve built a house near Persephone,
And wave her off when she goes to thee;
Every spring, wait there patiently,
In the home, for us, in eternity.
K. Aldaya, 8/18/13
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://www.mrwallpaper.com/wallpapers/flower-field-sunset.jpg
There’s a monster in my closet,
I’ve never seen it there,
But deep inside,….I feel it….,
Feel it on the skin: naked; bare.
There’s a monster in my closet.
It murmurs without spare,
Of long ago,…of far away…,
Of a place no longer there.
There’s a monster in my closet,
Breathing. Breathing. Breathing,…
Oh, and panting for it’s fare.
“It’s not there….Yes, it’s not there!”
There’s a monster in my closet.
“Open the door”, you say?
I’ll do so, with strength,
I’ll do so right away.
Maybe I’ll see it…..Yes! See it there today!
There’s a monster in my closet,
I’ve never seen it there;
But today I’m going to face it,
And be done with this despair.
There’s a monster in my closet,
Of this I am aware;
And so I delve into it’s lair,
To see it’s face, to let it free,
To find another care.
There’s a monster in my closet.
The closet door creaks open……slowly…open,
Where is it?
Desperately I search. Pull and tear…until,
There’s nothing left but remnants,
Of what once was there.
There’s a monster in my closet,
I’ve never seen it there,
But deep inside I feel it….
I feel it everywhere!
K. Aldaya, Date: ???
Picture: Photographer Unknown; Originally on Aperture Journal.com; http://imgarcade.com/1/old-creepy-doors/
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
