Sometimes a rough day will cause me to spiral into darkness, making me question myself, playing the “if only” game. On these days I imagine the worst as the outcome. That is what happened this past weekend. Thankfully the worst case did NOT come to pass.
Meals shared, stories exchanged,
Hands held, bodies cuddled,
Hours of peace in a tear-filled world.
A perfect evening,
Sunflowers, a starry night,
Dinner with cloth napkins,
Hours of connection in the tear-filled world.
A fearful day,
Protest, shouting,
She likes me, she likes me not,
Hours of intensity in our tear-filled world.
This day yet unfinished,
Questions, anxiety,
Timid hope, silence.
A future alone in my tear-filled world?
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2025-07-14 at 12:31
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The Bite
Three weeks of exploration,Meals shared, stories exchanged,
Hands held, bodies cuddled,
Hours of peace in a tear-filled world.
A perfect evening,
Sunflowers, a starry night,
Dinner with cloth napkins,
Hours of connection in the tear-filled world.
A fearful day,
Protest, shouting,
She likes me, she likes me not,
Hours of intensity in our tear-filled world.
This day yet unfinished,
Questions, anxiety,
Timid hope, silence.
A future alone in my tear-filled world?
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 85 times
Written on 2025-07-14 at 12:31
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