The anniversary of January 6 stirred up a lot of emotions in me yesterday. I watched the events of that day unfold in real time. When truth collapses under the weight of deception, how do I hold on?
that carries me -
intensity rising
in moments quiet and sacred,
when humanity reveals its healing grace,
when beauty reminds me to hope.
Truth was the floor
beneath my feet.
Finding it, trusting it,
a difficult pilgrimage.
I kept moving onward,
feet steady
on that floor of truth,
while love and hope
kept my spirit in motion.
Now the floor is glass.
A hammer below,
chipping away.
Cracks spreading.
Collapse imminent.
And yet, I am safe.
I have a parachute,
not one I must deploy,
but one that opens on its own,
holding me in His arms
when the floor gives way.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-01-07 at 20:45
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When the Floor Collapses
Emotion is the fuelthat carries me -
intensity rising
in moments quiet and sacred,
when humanity reveals its healing grace,
when beauty reminds me to hope.
Truth was the floor
beneath my feet.
Finding it, trusting it,
a difficult pilgrimage.
I kept moving onward,
feet steady
on that floor of truth,
while love and hope
kept my spirit in motion.
Now the floor is glass.
A hammer below,
chipping away.
Cracks spreading.
Collapse imminent.
And yet, I am safe.
I have a parachute,
not one I must deploy,
but one that opens on its own,
holding me in His arms
when the floor gives way.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 24 times
Written on 2026-01-07 at 20:45
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