I’ve found that no matter how I try to,
I don’t seem to fit in this world that you do.
I’m on an alien world with all of my thoughts;
A place filled with nothings, nevers, and nots.
But this world doesn’t feel foreign to me,
It’s familiar. I know it. See?
You can feel this place, can’t you?
I’m sure there’s a season when you’ve wandered through.
I feel its’ presence always here, inside.
I try to ignore it, but it never budges aside.
I’ve found that in walking a cemetery through,
That I need be there just as the graves do.
Somehow I fit in this other place,
Where I’m still ever waiting for befitting grace.
The freedom for me to connect with your world,
Where I won’t feel that place with retributions aswirled.
I won’t have to feel that a tombstone’s my own,
That my name should be written on an old gray stone.
A stone in that place that plagues me forever.
A living, vexing dream I never can sever.
K. Aldaya, 2/22/04
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