I don’t miss you.
I miss what could have been.
If you were different.
If pride hadn’t gotten in the way.
If you hadn’t always been absent.
For even when there,
You were always somewhere else.
There were things more important,
Then family, fondness, and connection.
Life’s flow and time are insignificant,
To those already gone.
K. Aldaya, 2/2/23
Picture: By Daniel Jensen on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/tCyyySlFNZs
To the world I’m nothing more than trash,
To be tossed away…
Devoid of value.
Nothing lost. Nothing to say.
I know I have value, though no one tries,
To pick me up and see,
Something of worth…
A shred of humanity.
The world threw me away without care,
And without my consent;
So I wonder what could’ve been,
If I hadn’t been absent?
If someone had noticed my absence and found,
That I could be,
Something of value,
For beyond entropy…
Comes a measure of hope.
K. Aldaya, 3/10/20
Picture: By Jordan Beltran on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/AxdlcxaModc
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/
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 