Spun Glass

Two years unyielding,
pain held in spun glass
surrounded with liquid anger -
heated resentment refusing to cool.

His sudden words broke me,
a heartfelt apology stripped my anger,
tears shattered the glass,
my heart released from the memory.

A lifetime of connection resumes
in snapshots revisited
with laughter and knowing smiles,
the glass swept away.




Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-06-02 at 01:57

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