575. I’ve Got My Own Back

I have nothing to say to you,

I’m stronger on my own.

I don’t need anything from you.

I prefer to be alone.

Humans usually want something;

They, are rarely selfless,

And I do not have anything…

To give up, so it’s useless.

I can appreciate some things,

Provided by the pack,

But the bite of betrayal stings,

And I’ve learned from each attack,

That I can not depend on you,

And I’ve got my own back.

K. Aldaya, 2/16/22

Gif: From Black Widow; https://www.pinterest.com/pin/492862752980525627/

287. A Word Is Just a Word

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Here we are and there you are,

Yet a word is just a word.

Spread through the air and floating there;

They seem to you absurd.

Here I am and there you are,

Yet a word is just a word.

For after they’re sent, without discernment,

They may as well not be heard.

Here we are and there you are,

Yet a word is just a word.

If words were blood, and I wrote in blood,

Would my thoughts still be absurd?

Here I am and there you are,

Yet a word is just a word.

No matter what’s said, or I feel is bled…

From my veins…you see a word.

Here we are and there you are,

Yet a word is just a word.

I beg for help but you can’t help,

When a word is simply heard.

Here I am and there you are,

Yet a word is just a word.

Save me! Please save me! Yet you can’t save me…

For a word is just a word.

Here we are and there you are.

Yet a word is just a word.

No one can feel or know a word’s real,

Until their heart has heard.

Here I am and there you are,

Yet a word is just a word.

You can’t save me, and cannot help me,

For each word is just a word…

To you, my pain’s absurd.

K. Aldaya, 3/3/15

Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://www.layoutsparks.com/1/56610/the-wall-between-us-1.html

1. My Soul is a Lock Without a Key

Alone I am and alone I shall be,

For none can know the inside of me.

Though tales and stories are to be told.

Most of my being, I am to hold.

There are things that deeply burden me,

That others will never see.

Alone I am and alone I shall be,

For my soul is a lock without a key.

K. Aldaya, 4/2002

Picture:  Kinga Britt, “Longing”, Photomanipulation, Digital Art, 2012; https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b6/4b/46/b64b4619f37b9d2350573978ebc57c56.jpg