Indentations

I sink into it,
a cradle of comfort,
contours met with
soft acceptance
as memories of the day
fade into the night.

As light punctures
through kitty claw holes,
I am released,
rise unarmored
to face the face
of a memory unyielding.



Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-05-30 at 21:14

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
“ As light punctures
through kitty claw holes”

Is an inspired phrase. Bravo!
2026-05-31


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Brave you! :o)

I wish that I could feel that I was sinking into a cradle of comfort. Mine is not bad, but the memories of youthful 'tucking in' are never met in old age I feel.

Blessings, Allen
2026-05-30