Hand in Hand
Where have my happy words gone?I struggle to grab a single one
to form a line of verse,
a pleasant word, a silly thought,
words dancing across the page
in a can-can line of exuberant joy.
Seems like love would inspire,
at minimum, a haiku,
seventeen syllables describing the joy
of being understood,
of safe connection.
But no.
Those are trapped behind grief,
the fragility of life and loss
preventing their escape.
The music plays.
I still hear it.
Love is a waltz,
moments with family and friends
a square dance
of patterned steps and fancy twirls,
life is a conga line with me in the lead.
Perhaps I need to change the rhythm,
move from a folk ballad to a rock anthem,
shake off this veil of lingering darkness
and dance until the lights come up.
Come, happy words,
not to erase my grief
but to dance beside it,
hand in hand,
teaching sorrow
a few new steps.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-07-09 at 03:33
Tags Joy  Poetry  Writing 
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