Grief

by Zachary Zolty

To be cradled in the eyes of a beloved is akin to silk threads, thin yet barbed not unlike razor wire, intertwined threads, now frayed bonds. I want to collect the spools of thread, reconcile the frayed wires, with lacerated shaking hands, mending the fading potentialities of futures now lost. To mend the chasm between past, future, you and I.

Zachary Zolty is a theology graduate student. He is pursuing a Master’s degree in Religion, and his interests include Eastern Orthodoxy and activism.

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