My neighbor likes to say, “It is what it is.” I’ve never liked the statement. Feels like giving up. But then, there are definitely situations where acceptance of “what is” brings peace. This is mine.
the future I cannot see -
a life where I am with him,
and he is with me.
Too many obstacles
stand in our way,
closing the path
to a shared, lasting day.
So I choose to be thankful
for finding each other,
and to live in each moment
one way or another.
And when we’re together,
on the days that we can,
I will soak in his presence
while holding his hand.
I’ll release all my worry,
rejoice in what is,
and let the future unfold -
safe, I am his.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2025-11-18 at 16:05
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In The Time Allowed
Upon parting, I mournthe future I cannot see -
a life where I am with him,
and he is with me.
Too many obstacles
stand in our way,
closing the path
to a shared, lasting day.
So I choose to be thankful
for finding each other,
and to live in each moment
one way or another.
And when we’re together,
on the days that we can,
I will soak in his presence
while holding his hand.
I’ll release all my worry,
rejoice in what is,
and let the future unfold -
safe, I am his.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2025-11-18 at 16:05
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