618. I Once Was a Writer

I once was a writer,

Whom nobody read.

Who wasted their hours,

Alone, in their head.

For years, and years,

I bled out my soul,

Hoping to reach men,

And it took its toll.

I lost too much time,

That can not be returned,

On words unrealized,

And bridges burned.

I once was a writer,

Whom nobody read,

Who spoke the truth,

And left nothing unsaid.

Who wrote endlessly,

Unfelt, and unheard,

In the age of the new…

Unrecognized, and absurd.

For times, they change,

And those such as I,

Are a dying breed,

Under futures’ sky.

Yes, I once was a writer,

Whom nobody read,

Who decided one day,

To live, instead.

K. Aldaya, 8/15/23

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606. Only God

Nobody can help you.

Not her, not him, not me.

There is no one upon the earth,

Who can be there for you, fully.

Humans are mere mortals,

So don’t expect too much.

This life is simply a pathway,

To the next existence, as such.

No one has the answers,

Or can promise to stay.

For no one is given the choice,

To keep time from running astray.

Only God has answers,

And only He is there,

When everyone else goes away,

Only He will still see you, and care.

So sit with Him awhile,

And talk to Him of doubt.

Come to know that all will be well,

Within your spirit, and without.

Only God can help you.

Not her, not him, not me.

God is there…watching and waiting,

At the door of eternity.

K. Aldaya, 1/25/23

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603. Light of the World

I sat in the darkness,

All alone and unarmed.

For decades I cried,

While my soul was harmed.

No light could be seen,

From without or within,

‘Til I let go of the story,

That I’m born of man’s sin.

My soul then burst forth,

With the Light of God’s Love,

Radiant and Bright,

As I looked up above.

Humans kept me in dark,

And I’d be there still,

If I’d listened to their theories,

On God and His Will.

I went straight to the source,

And my soul lit the night.

I told the truth that I’d carried,

Knowing it was what was right.

Yes, I refused to stay,

Out of sight…Out of mind.

I am not a phantom,

For you to leave behind.

I am a human.

A child, just like you.

I’m a child of Light,

And so are you.

You do not belong here.

This place is not home.

This life is but struggle,

Yet, wherever you roam,

The Light is there…

For it is your own.

K. Aldaya, 1/16/23

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599. Life

You never came for me,

So I came for myself.

I wandered for years in search of me,

I took on the quest begrudgingly,

Because no one else would.

On Earth, we merely cope,

And do our best, despite;

Yet, though it may seem a tired old trope,

I have learned that where there’s hope, there’s life,

And where there’s life, there’s hope.

K. Aldaya, 12/11/22

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591. Thoughts on a Dark and Moonless Night

I’m so overtired.

I wish I could sleep.

I stare at the ceiling,

And silently weep.

I’m nobody’s worry,

And nobody’s care.

Lifetimes of emotions,

Pull me here and there.

The moon’s even sleeping.

I wish I could too,…

Though life, it is not fair,

And it is not through.

I have many more nights,

To cry on my own;

And far many more days,

‘Fore I can go home.

K. Aldaya, 8/22/22

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