Never

August 23, 2014




When I was young...
I knew my realities...
And... I was so... so... alone...
Could anyone ever... understand me...?
Could anyone ever... love me...?
Could it be...?
Would it be...?
Could it be... ever...?

But... I dreamed.

I'd always been a searcher...
Looking for truths...
Looking for that special love...
Or... just one who knew love...
One who knew respect...
One who might know me as I am...
Could anyone ever...?

Could it be...?
Could it be...?
Could it be... ever...?

I would have adored any man...
Who... respected me.
And like a cat with nine lives
I weathered the storms...
Longing for that home...
Longing for that place where I belonged...
Where I would feel safe... and loved...
And... treated kindly...

Could it be...?
Could it be...?
Could it be... ever...?

But... I'm not a cat.
I'm a song bird... in a cage...
And I'm still alive...
But... I've never really flown...
I've never really flown among the birds...
The birds like me...
I've never sung my song...
To one who loved me...
Stuck in a strange cage...
Which I could never escape...

And so... I sing...
I sing my song... because I love to sing...
But... there is no one there...
There's no one there who knows me...
They say, "She's just whistling in the wind"...
And so... it is true...
I'm whistling in the wind...

It's been a long hard go of it...
When it was all that I wanted...
When it was all that I needed...
It's been a long, long wait...
And... I no longer believe in it...
There is... no harmony... no justice...
There is no magic in this world...
There is no love... only pay as you go...
There is no respect...
Just "like" greeting "like"...
And it is all just a job you fulfill...
All just a game that you play.

I've never found my kind man...
Who respects me... because he respects us all...
Who loves me... because he loves us all...
Who... understands humanity...
Who... understands me...
Who... knows how much I care for us all...
Who looks past all the flaws... in us all...
The key... to my heart and my freedom...

My song is no longer "could it be..."
I have no illusions...
I don't need advice...
I don't need interference...
From those who could never understand...
I've always just needed to be freed...
And... I can now see...
There is no "could it be"...
Ever...
I see clearly now... that...
It will be "never."




Poetry Index

Copyright©2008,2011,2014 StarlightGazette.com