I grew up on westerns and Lassie and quicksand seemed like something I’d encounter many times in my adult life. Nope, not once.
convinced me
quicksand was real -
one misstep
and suddenly you’re sinking,
powerless as the earth
takes you
down and down,
struggle tightening
the pull.
I have felt the ground give way,
stepped into pits
of my own making,
pulling me
steadily down
under the weight
of my decisions.
Some lost their footing
in ground I disturbed.
Solutions come
when the struggle ceases,
not a simple fix
but the first hint
of a way forward.
Once the panic ends,
the body floats,
but floating isn’t escape.
The mind must clear enough
to notice the edges,
to weigh each movement -
slowly, deliberately -
back toward solid ground.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-04-13 at 03:48
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Floating Isn't Escape
Shows from my childhoodconvinced me
quicksand was real -
one misstep
and suddenly you’re sinking,
powerless as the earth
takes you
down and down,
struggle tightening
the pull.
I have felt the ground give way,
stepped into pits
of my own making,
pulling me
steadily down
under the weight
of my decisions.
Some lost their footing
in ground I disturbed.
Solutions come
when the struggle ceases,
not a simple fix
but the first hint
of a way forward.
Once the panic ends,
the body floats,
but floating isn’t escape.
The mind must clear enough
to notice the edges,
to weigh each movement -
slowly, deliberately -
back toward solid ground.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 14 times
Written on 2026-04-13 at 03:48
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