Why can’t you acknowledge and accept me?
Not for who you wish I was,
But who I’ve come to be?
Not by choice, and not from spite,…
By providence and necessity.
For I can not escape from myself,
Where I live entirely,…
And where none come to find me.
M.E……..Missing Eternally.
K. Aldaya, 12/8/21
Picture: By Keith Wong; https://unsplash.com/photos/3BqzXdQFJvc
I waited lifetimes for men to do what is right,
To seek truth, no matter how hard,
And light-up the ageless night,…
In search of each shard,
Of forgotten plight.
Yet, there’s no use in waiting for hope or justice,
When men seek what’s easy, not just,…
And sleep soundly at night, feckless,
As shadows are thrust,
In each orifice.
I waited lifetimes for no more than fantasy;
For when I look into the black,
It gazes back into me,
While those who won’t see,
Endlessly attack,…
And I grin, knowingly.
K. Aldaya, 11/17/21
Picture:
2. From Sucker Punch; https://www.fanpop.com/clubs/sucker-punch/images/26330438/title/babydoll-photo/4
I crossed mountains,
To warn of evil,
And you did not even care;
Then made friends with the devil,
And cast me out.
I crossed oceans,
To deliver you,…
To protect you, and to care;
Then you left and never knew,
I was drowning.
I crossed deserts,
To be by your side,
And quench your soul with hope;
And you rolled on as the tide,…
And left me there.
I crossed highways,
To run away to….
Nowhere in particular.
Desperately,…ran from you,…
And you let me.
K. Aldaya, 9/5/21
Picture: By Simon Berger on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/ET6NrIKz7Ak
I don’t know why I bother.
Why do I even try?
To be a voice of reason?
When I’m no one, am I?
I’ve been ignored and forgotten,
Since the day that I was born.
I’m nobody to anyone,
So why foment even more scorn?…
By speaking out?… By caring?
For who has ever cared for me?
I’ve always been the outcast,
Within my society;
And yet I care about it all…
The people and politics.
I want the best for humanity’s future,
Though I know I can’t be the fix.
I am no one. I am pushed aside.
If I stand up for what’s right.
No one will care if I’m censored,
And fall forever out of sight.
Yet, I can not help but be myself,
An idealist through and through,
Who dreams and tries anyway;
Knowing no matter what humans do,
I will not have a say.
K. Aldaya, 4/30/21
Picture: By Michael Dziedzic on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/0W4XLGITrHg
How am I supposed to live,
When no one is willing to accept,
The entirety of my soul?
Every piece of me, broken, is swept…
Under the rug. I’ll never be whole.
How am I supposed to feel,
When society calls me a lie?
And says the face is what is real,
And not the inner voices who cry.
How am I supposed to trust,
When there’s no one fighting on my side?
I’ve learned the judge is far less cruel,
When the truth is denied,…and we hide.
I may be insane, yet I’m no fool.
How am I supposed to live,
When condemned,…buried,…forgotten?
One cannot live when they’re not free.
So I spend my days with paper and pen,
Writing my own wistful elegy,…
That no one will understand.
K. Aldaya, 6/21/20
Picture: https://www.inverse.com/article/7543-how-do-you-die-when-you-re-buried-alive
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 