Aspirations

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    Aspirations


    Once upon a time I had all these aspirations
    And there were butterflies and sunny skies
    A little swimming pool in the back yard
    It never occurred to me life would be hard
    It never would have fathomed upon me
    The difference I held
    That god had made me
    All my invisibles
    And my trees
    And dreams all just dreams
    Way back then before I knew
    I knew I believed
    And some day I would have a little boy
    And name him Andy
    And my love would love
    And that’s how it would be
    With my aspirations and me

    Once upon a time I had aspirations
    And somewhat realized life had complications
    And the aspirations added on
    They began to sing a song
    Unfamiliar to me, but I had a sense
    But would not let it overtake
    Tried to make it break
    And they, my aspirations became more:
    To be accepted
    To be loved by them
    To find him, have a little boy
    And my love would love
    That’s how it would be
    My aspirations and me

    Once upon a time I had aspirations
    Life added on more, yes, complications
    The song seemed stuck on repeat
    There were things it seemed, I could not beat
    And I understood many things were lost
    That things unwritten here could not be bought
    I had to accept that
    But there were other things I still believed
    Things that every human needs
    And aspirations piled on
    Every day the same song,
    Just now with more words
    Ones that only I heard:
    To find the place where I belonged
    To find those who loved me
    To be respected by them
    To be accepted by them
    To find him, to find him
    And still deep underneath although I denied it
    To have that little one
    And my love would love
    Butterflies and sun
    That’s how it would be
    My aspirations and me

    Once upon a time I had aspirations
    Song pounding in my ears
    So inescapable
    So unexplainable
    And desperation added to my aspirations
    Along with more to add to the chore
    Of my searching slash longing
    Slash unbelonging
    And I was underwater drowning
    Willing and ready and desperate
    Desperate for my aspirations
    Desperate and drowning
    The song pounding
    And I tried everywhere
    I said I didn’t care
    And we suffered unbearable
    My aspirations and me

    I forced myself to see him
    Then magically he was there
    And I could breath in such sweet air
    I reveled in the sun,
    My eyes drank sweetly the butterflies
    So many aspirations had come
    And the acceptance, belonging,
    Respect and longing,
    None of that mattered
    I had my love, and my little one

    Still there was a song,
    But now sweetly sung
    And I ignored everything else that came
    I had faith and was believing
    My aspirations I was needing
    Started to add up differently
    In different ways
    Nagging in the back of my head
    Inching creeping
    Fingernail scrapping against stone
    Everyday.
    To be loved,
    To be accepted
    To be appreciated
    And respected
    To give my little ones a life
    So much unlike mine
    To give them their chance to shine
    And all of my aspirations turned
    To you

    Years went by of isolation
    Years went by
    Internal desecration
    That I refused to see
    I just kept believing
    Yes I kept deceiving
    And you held my aspirations
    Along with everything I was
    My entire soul
    My entire life longing
    My entire existence,
    It all fit comfortably in the palm of your hand
    And I curled up there for years
    Of tears and denial
    Trying now to believe
    Begging every force to relieve
    For my family
    For my love
    For you
    The sunshine and butterflies
    The little pool in the back yard
    And so lonely I became
    Faded, grey, and without a name
    In the middle of America
    Hanging the laundry
    And cooking supper
    Washing floors
    And watching you leave me
    For the tv
    There was nothing I could do
    And I was in love with you

    Once upon a time I had aspirations
    And I believed so fiercely
    And the same song left only so briefly
    But it became after years
    Nothing but a sonic boom in my ears
    And ever so desperately I clung
    To this delusion
    That I had been breathing
    That you had relieved me
    That aspirations happen
    That dreams are not just dreams
    That I found the place where I belonged
    I found those who loved me
    Someday you would accept me
    I found him, I found him
    And my love loved, if not so perceptible
    Butterflies and sun
    That’s how it should be
    My aspirations and me

    Once upon a time
    I had aspirations
    To separate, to break this fate
    Of the song in my ears
    That sang so eerily clear
    Because I couldn’t believe any longer
    The truth had grown
    So much stronger
    That denial was a wrenching pleading shadow
    That I had to let go
    And my aspirations took such a sharp turn
    That my life rolled like a vehicle
    On the black ice of a curve
    And I hoped to survive
    I hoped to find myself alive
    That you would be a good daddy
    That we could still be a good family
    Just separated
    With the anger sedated
    That you might accept me as me
    A human just being
    I aspired to be alone and strong
    That I might not again
    Make the mistakes of the song
    That you might follow along
    That I would be a good woman
    And you would be a strong man
    And we could do this right
    We could make a plan
    For the little ones
    The one thing that I could account for
    The one thing I achieved out of this entire life

    One day one night on one last desperate flight
    I watched it all
    Every single aspiration fall
    I didn’t want to know or see
    It was happening to me
    And I saw how you were never good at all
    I saw you would never be
    And I chocked on the water
    And I broke
    I was alone but I was not strong
    Denial pulling me along
    Like an addiction
    So filled with conviction
    With withdrawals I sat in the corner rocking
    Every move you made and still make shocking
    Cold water right through the ice
    And nothing ever was or is alright
    And nothing would ever ever be alright
    With this, you, me, our family

    And I saw clearly every year past
    From the very first butterfly sunny sky
    Pool in the back yard
    So clear, so near
    Like yesterday
    Like flashing before my eyes
    On deaths moment of play
    When everything died
    Because I saw
    Aspirations are only aspirations
    They are just dreams
    And wishes on the stars at night
    Pennies in the well
    Drifting hopes and longings
    Right down to hell
    The denial slowly still drifts away
    Pulling me through the shockwaves of you every day
    And the papers, the leaves, petals
    All just fall to the ground
    Buried my aspirations
    Lost to me now
    Lost to us all

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    devaamido commented on Aspirations

    10-25-2009

    Autumn is the time of year to really turn loose of & quit holding on to those "aspirations" we've held onto so long past the time they died, that they've taken us through the fires of Hell. It's okay to turn loose now.

    devaamido commented on Aspirations

    06-23-2009

    Excellent expression of the pain thai occurs when the worlds of our expectations, crumble to dust. It's very difficult to be forcefully shown the "other side" of our illusions ("aspiratins"). It's hard to accept the "new reality" (that was always there potentially). But acceptance is precisely what we must do (not "have", but DO), if we are to see what the new reality has that we can love & value. You've written it & I do understand. Thanks for giving it to us.

    Spacer commented on Aspirations

    01-29-2009

    It took a while to read but had me...clinched to it...Nice poem....

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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