Sixteen years ago around this time my second marriage ended. The solitude and my newfound independence helped me heal. Still there are days when the quiet of my life becomes very loud. This is written from reflection, not crisis.


Solitude

Whispering into the morning
I ask for peace
as tears gather
forcing their way out
of eyes clamped shut
to the start of another day.

There is no option
but to arise,
find my feet and walk
with purpose preordained
when first I chose
this path as mine.

Alone was once a blessing,
solitude, welcome relief
after years of chaos.

Now the quiet whispers back,
my tears penance at her altar,
a reminder that peace
can also mean
a solitary walk
towards death.



Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-05-13 at 02:20

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