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

439. Lost

I’m lost inside.

Won’t someone find me?

In the echoes of time,

I wander in effigy,

Of who I was long before,…

The hallways shifted;

And I was ne’er able to find,

One crack through which light sifted.

I’m here looking,

For some way to escape fate.

Is anyone searching? Has anyone noticed,…

That the hour has become late?

And I have not been there with you.

My eyes, they make no sound,

Yet if you’d have truly looked at me,

You’d have seen I’m not around.

For whispers resound through the tears and years:

“I am still not found”.

K. Aldaya, 5/2/18

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My heart, it is a nomad who wanders to and fro;

Forever seeking that unnamed place where it longs to go.

My heart, it is a traveler of days and endless hours,

Searching for the budding rose among times’ wilting flowers.

My heart, it is a gypsy dancing beneath the moon;

Dreaming of new heavens found to the beating of its’ tune.

My heart, it is a woodland elf who sings out to the trees,

Of its’ aching urge to float out as a leaf upon the breeze.

K. Aldaya, 7/9/15