573. Debatable Dissociative Dilemma

I’ve been alive for so many years,

And I still have yet to live one day.

In and out. Young and old. Never me.

Never alive,…Not fully.

How to fix it? No one knows.

There are plenty of theories out there:

Ignore it. Isolate. Integrate.

Though perhaps, one simply can’t change fate?

If worsened, we’re told we’re not trying.

If bettered, it does not last one storm.

Here and there. Lost and found. Harmed and cured.

No one has the final word…

While we wait around in clouds of chaos,

Praying to Gods that do not save us…

Looking to men who can’t save themselves,

To know how to reach all of our selves.

K. Aldaya, 2/13/22

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527. Tonic Immobility-ism

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

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520. We Are One

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

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512. Forgotten

We’ll never belong anywhere,

‘Cause we were not let in.

The world forgot that we were here,

And left us all alone.

We’ll never get to live or age,

‘Cause time passed long ago.

The world turns another page,

And we’re nothing but a tale…

Another ancient story,

To be told, and then forgot.

For the world says we are history,

And only we know, we are not.

K. Aldaya, 02/25/20

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478. The Elsewhere

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

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