It doesn’t make the solitude
Solitude gifted by death and heartbreak
Loved ones departed
In many forms
The market I do not frequent
And friends I do not expect
My parents or receiver of my heart’s desires
My friends are kin who receive my all as I embrace their all
Yet, in congratulating myself
I fight through the reality
Sometimes, I alone am not enough.
Carrying love is a burden too
To hold a galaxy load of emotion granted by the creator for the granting onto one of its other creations can also be a frustration
And not of the sexual kind
I’ve mastered loving the meals I serve myself, made for my self all by my self
With tears in my eyes remembering how beautiful it was to share these same moments
With the dearly departed
To be aware not that the door is closed
But that it’s invisible.
Mastered joy in lone walks
Gratitude in waking up
Blessed out of bed sole roll
Mastered not downplaying my achievements because there’s no one to share them with
Like those dearly departed.
Death the thief reminds me to grieve for as long as I need. And I will.
Heartbreak the teacher reminds me of my worth and protects me from hurt.
I am brave enough to keep my heart open.
I’m not hoping
I don’t make them
I’m not hoping for repeat episodes
Or reincarnated try agains
Today is yesterday’s enemy
Each new day is a further revolve within my evolved
I’m not hoping.
I’ve mastered solitude
And it’s an attitude
That sometimes can be rude
When you really want to feel bad
Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.