521. Soar

I am not your victim.

I won’t run and hide.

I will stand up for the truth.

I’m on my own side!

I have had a hard life,

So you look down upon me,

But I’m not the rock under your shoe.

I’m the bird, flying high and free!

You may try to shoot me down,

To feel better about your place….

Planted firm upon the heavy Earth;

Yet, this is not the case.

Shooting me down won’t help you up.

Won’t loose one’s feet from the ground.

You want to know how to fly?

Make sure no one’s around…

To hold you down…to clip your wings…

To take the length and breadth,

Of the spirit which lies inside of you,

Full of hope and depth.

I am not your victim,

I won’t run and hide.

Shoot me down. I’ll get back up,…

For I’m on my own side.

K. Aldaya, 8/2/20

Picture: By Ryan Moreno on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/IcAtXrAZx8E

257. An Ants’ Life

I always get lost in crowds.

I never stand out.

Sometimes I do for things I wear,

But that’s not what it’s about.

(If not for that) I am fast lost,

Into the crowds of day.

There is nothing special of me,

At least that I can say.

I am yet another ant,

Trampled by the Gods.

Slaving under the hot sun,

Or spiting those same Gods,

For creating us to suffer:

To exist to feel,…

To feel so sad in crowds,

One does not want to feel;

Want to feel so lonely…

Or want to be an ant.

I,..I want to be a butterfly,

With vibrant wings with which to fly.

K. Aldaya, 1/20/14

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://flywithmeproductions.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Girl-Butterfly-Light.jpg

247. Soar Higher

Into the world my child, she flies…,

Away and soars; but I am scared.

Will she be safe and always wise?

Did I teach her everything,

She needs to touch the skies?

And can I trust the world which I’ve never trusted?

To care for and protect one of my dearest treasures?

World of people through whose acts I am disgusted.

Who poisoned my heart until it broke and rusted.

Yet even I cannot protect,

Her, or him, or I from this life.

Control: an illusion’s inject,

So life we do not from the start reject.

If we thought about how each moment is taken,….

Stolen right in front of our eyes: so we close them;

We’d go crazy or mad, and sickness awaken.

So we say: “Reasons are not godforsaken!”.

Whether there’s meaning to it all,

I know not and I dare not say.

I only know what’s to fear therewithal.

I pray she’ll be able to fly when in fall!

—-praying: “Don’t be like me…., Please don’t end up like me at all!”

K. Aldaya, 8/6/13

Picture: “Tiny Dancer” by insanelaurenjane at Deviant Art; http://www.deviantart.com/art/Tiny-Dancer-352280439