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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572. Less

Society sees me as unhuman,

Yet, expects me to act as one,

And treats me as less than human,

While expecting me not to run,…

Away.

The world demands of me, humanity,

And trust without reason or rhyme.

I’m not okay with perjury,

And refuse to spend more time,

In waste.

So, then why should I trust, or pretend to?

Why try to connect anymore?

No matter what trials I’ve passed through,

I’m ne’er seen as anything more,…

Than less.

K.Aldaya, 1/22/22

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571. Pathfinder

I’ve always followed my own path.

Made my own way.

Beyond the borders of society,

I trodded off another way,

For there was no one else who could understand me.

Though maybe, someday, things will change,

For those like me.

There’ll be a clear path through the far hollow,

Because I was steadfast enough,

To keep walking my own way, rather than follow.

K. Aldaya, 1/15/22

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570. What Was All Of It For?

As we grow older, we wonder,

What was all of it for?

Is there some rhyme or reason,

For all that comes before?

Astute men throughout the ages,

Have made many a claim;

Though what’s the use in guessing,

When no one’s lived the same?

Are experiences naught more,

Than sense and memory?

Which float and flutter inside,

‘Til souls, from the world, flee?

Will anything be learned or changed?

Will all we are be lost?

If all that pain was for nothing,

Was it not then, too high a cost?

As we grow older, we wonder,

What was all of it for?

Is there some rhyme of reason,

For all that comes before?

Though ev’rything has it’s season,

Aren’t we left as incomplete lore?

When here on earth there is no road,

That leads through another soul’s door?

K. Aldaya, 1/13/22

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569. Careless

Speaking only hurts,

When words are not heard.

When they fall on deaf ears,

What use is a word?

Speaking only hurts,…

When it’s misunderstood;

With words twisted by flight,…

Speaking,…tell me why I should?

For most see with their sight,

And move along with the air,

Without a care,…..

……Without a single care.

K. Aldaya, 12/20/21

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