Into the world my child, she flies…,
Away and soars; but I am scared.
Will she be safe and always wise?
Did I teach her everything,
She needs to touch the skies?
And can I trust the world which I’ve never trusted?
To care for and protect one of my dearest treasures?
World of people through whose acts I am disgusted.
Who poisoned my heart until it broke and rusted.
Yet even I cannot protect,
Her, or him, or I from this life.
Control: an illusion’s inject,
So life we do not from the start reject.
If we thought about how each moment is taken,….
Stolen right in front of our eyes: so we close them;
We’d go crazy or mad, and sickness awaken.
So we say: “Reasons are not godforsaken!”.
Whether there’s meaning to it all,
I know not and I dare not say.
I only know what’s to fear therewithal.
I pray she’ll be able to fly when in fall!
—-praying: “Don’t be like me…., Please don’t end up like me at all!”
K. Aldaya, 8/6/13
Picture: “Tiny Dancer” by insanelaurenjane at Deviant Art; http://www.deviantart.com/art/Tiny-Dancer-352280439