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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607. Already Gone

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

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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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586. Beyond

I long for my ancestors.

Please help me find my way.

Why must I live apart from you?

Day by day by day?

I long for your wisdom,

To find me,…so far from home.

Please whisper to my heart,

Ancient prophecies etched on tome.

Lead me to the old temples,

Of vision and insight,

To discover the way forward,

On the path most right.

Dance with me in gladness,

And sit with me through the pain.

Grant me resiliency.

Help me to take no day in vain.

I long for my ancestors.

Please hear my sincere prayer.

I feel so lost without you here,

Though, life is not fair.

So, I must do my best,

In the arms of far exile.

Beyond the temple doors,

I take on the universe,…mile by mile.

K. Aldaya, 6/21/22

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578. Grateful

I find that I’m more nostalgic these days,

And wonder if it’s simply part of getting older?

Or is it a sign of the times?

With evil getting bolder,

And committing further crimes?

I find myself feeling ever more grateful,

For each moment idling hours ‘way with fam’ly:

The one that I got to help create;

And, for now, sit happily,

Before it becomes too late,

And we rise and disperse unto fate.

K. Aldaya, 2/25/22