Sometimes I forget how it feels to be human,
Rather than a stone.
How skin feels against skin,
Still on the bone,…
Gentle and soft.
Sometimes I am a stone. Cold and hard,
Solid and unyielding,…
Splintering on the surface.
Sculpted into a spearhead wielding,
The piercing end of hope.
K. Aldaya, 11/10/20
Picture: By Veit Hammer on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/YSnZqsF4DLQ
Don’t tell us we are many,
For we know, we are one.
Like a colony, we work together,
To do what needs be done.
The distinction of each part,
Matters not upon the whole.
All that matters is that we agree:
Protection is the goal.
We build our walls together,
Or together we will fall.
All is for the one,
And one is for us all.
Arm in arm we stand,
Upon the battlefield,
Stronger in our defense,
With each interlocking shield.
Don’t try and divide our ranks.
Aim your bows and shoot!
For we know we’re stronger as one;
And are firm and resolute.
For each part is important,
And does what needs be done.
So, don’t tell us we are many,…
For we know, We are One!
K. Aldaya, 7/7/20
Picture: From “300“; https://builtbytophat.com/300-can-teach-crisis-communications/
Feeble…Faint…
It’s not real…not real;
Yet your legs have grown weaker,
Finding it best not to feel.
Panic…Pain…
The illusion clears.
No one’s coming to save you.
There is no use for those tears.
Terror…Fear…
That pain in your chest…
It tells you it’s not over.
For a victim, there’s no rest.
Horror…Loss…
There’s no going back.
The program’s installed…running…
And insanity’s the hack.
Empty…Numb…
A system with eyes,
Which carries out instructions…
As it’s humanity dies.
K. Aldaya, 7/10/19
Picture: From Humans; Emily Berrington as Niska; https://giphy.com/gifs/experience-amc-humans-sXhM9f1UIgYW4
In the stillness of night she leaves,
The world and time behind.
She slips out of her bones,
And deep into her mind;
Where dream and reality meet, and,…
Breath upon breath create,…
Life, in desolation.
Feeling’s merely innate.
A door appears, she touches the knob,
And turns it, but slightly.
With a click, it opens.
She enters and closes it tightly.
Within is shelter, and protection;
Lost,…misplaced from the start.
Yearning becomes misery,
When men forget the heart.
Would you seek and pull her out from there?
Would you tell her she’s wrong?
That she’s better off staying,
And just suffering along?
For who knows what the answer should be,
To loss and sentiment.
If time can’t be rewound,
Should love and safety remain absent?
In the stillness of night she leaves,
To find what can not be.
Life is not fair they say,
And nothing is for free.
So, do not judge as she slips away,
Out of her bones and mind.
Oft’ we must seek elsewhere,
That which we’ve yet to find.
K. Aldaya, 5/25/19
Picture: By Sam Burriss on Unsplash; https://themighty.com/2017/10/how-to-help-dissociative-episode/
Be careful, she could break with a touch.
Her skin is like glass,
And she feels too much.
Tread lightly, in following her trail.
She’s gone far away,
And her mind, it is frail.
Come quickly, or it may be too late.
Time waits for no one,
And time is our fate.
Talk softly, and don’t scare her further.
She can’t see you move,
Your face is a blur.
Be gentle… She’s meager and brittle.
Her body is old,
But her mind, it is little.
Be careful, she could break with a touch.
Her skin is like glass
And she feels too much.
K. Aldaya, 5/22/19
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