This poem was written to the prompt “The things I never say.” The action was to write a poem about a conversation you haven’t had with someone who needs to hear it.
That truth stands firm,
affection and loyalty
built on years of
you having my back.
The same is not true
from me to you.
I am here.
Have always been here,
waiting for you to confide,
to ask for help,
to need me
as I have needed you.
Your silence feels like
my failure.
I do not doubt your love,
only that you trust me
to hold your secrets,
to take your hands
and lift you
when life drags you under.
Instead, you tread water -
alone.
But I understand.
You built your strength
stone by stone,
heartbreak by heartbreak,
so that nothing
could break you
ever again.
Now a wall of fear
surrounds you,
anxiety ever-present,
a chain that keeps you home,
cutting off connections,
anticipating contact
as a risk,
imagined dangers lying in wait
just outside your door.
Our friendship
grows ever quieter.
My fear:
you will one day sink
into the darkness
of your own making -
voice silent, hands raised -
realizing too late
you didn’t have to
do life
alone.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-02-27 at 15:45
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I Want to Say
I love you.That truth stands firm,
affection and loyalty
built on years of
you having my back.
The same is not true
from me to you.
I am here.
Have always been here,
waiting for you to confide,
to ask for help,
to need me
as I have needed you.
Your silence feels like
my failure.
I do not doubt your love,
only that you trust me
to hold your secrets,
to take your hands
and lift you
when life drags you under.
Instead, you tread water -
alone.
But I understand.
You built your strength
stone by stone,
heartbreak by heartbreak,
so that nothing
could break you
ever again.
Now a wall of fear
surrounds you,
anxiety ever-present,
a chain that keeps you home,
cutting off connections,
anticipating contact
as a risk,
imagined dangers lying in wait
just outside your door.
Our friendship
grows ever quieter.
My fear:
you will one day sink
into the darkness
of your own making -
voice silent, hands raised -
realizing too late
you didn’t have to
do life
alone.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-02-27 at 15:45
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