Curtains of Time
Minutes of hopelessnesstick away reasons for sorrow.
Time stands still.
Darkness descends,
the curtain falls,
and Sorrow takes the stage.
Her soliloquy:
a dirge for what she thought was true,
would endure,
would see her to the final act.
Sometimes, a spark of joy
cues the next scene.
The hour hand drifts -
forward,
an hour, two,
a handful of days.
Sorrow exits, stage left,
and then Joy enters
in a burst of light.
She wakes her up,
reminds her to laugh,
to love,
to live.
There is light -
reach for it,
grasp it,
hold on tight.
Don’t waste these minutes -
precious few are left.
Then shutting doors,
quiet goodbyes,
the echo of silence
signal the end.
That scene is finished.
How many more scenes
until this act concludes?
How many more acts
until the curtain falls
for the final time?
Enough now.
Time for intermission.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate

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Written on 2025-09-07 at 04:00
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