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“Adam & Eve”
I reached for the warmth of the last bit of sun as it was setting to dry my tears.
The waves of my emotions anchored me towards the light. I was trying to reach you and let go at the
same time.
I was holding on to the last bit of sun as it set, and it tore me apart. The last bit of that light did dry my
tears, but reaching for it pulled me back into the black ocean, and with waves crashing in, I’m drowning
in the dark.
The interplay of light and darkness puts on a production in the muscles of my heart, a dance of hope and
despair on my shoulders.
I'm gripping the ending I've been dreaming of while dreaming of a new ending. I am lost, but it’s not the
first time I have found myself.
The sun is setting, and the doors of possibilities are slowly shutting right in front of my face. Suddenly, I
am at peace, accepting the closure that the setting sun brings.
Maybe tasting the venomous apple beyond the doors would sweep me away from this dream I’m having,
or away from my purpose.
Perhaps destiny isn’t written in stone, and I can stop feeling the ache in my veins, the deep-seated pain
that courses through me, or maybe destiny was the only door kept open in front of me.
The light shines through the darkness. Maybe I couldn’t see the light because I was the light, drowned by the blackness or life. I was too blind to see it. I’ve been drowning in my ocean of tears, and I had no light
left in me to see my reflection looking back.
Yet with each tide, a whisper brings truth, that love, like the sun, must rise and set.
I tangled my hands in the roots of your heart, holding tight, afraid to forget, trying to remember your face.
But the winds of change howl like a storm, and I know, my dearest, this bond we must sever. For love is a
garden, ever vibrant and warm, and sometimes to cherish, we must say, "Never."
The memories fall softly like petals, a gentle release, a dance in the breeze, frail but so free.
I watch as they float, finding their peace in the currents of wind and time, where our spirits can meet
again.
Though I ache for your laughter and the sweetness of our days, I gather the memories like stars in the
night.
For love, when it’s pure, in so many ways, it isn’t solely possession; it’s a luminous light.
So I’ll cherish the moments, tucked deep in my chest, even as the horizon swallows the day.
Letting go isn’t a failure; it’s passing the test. We must trust in the journey, even as we stray.
With every sunset, the dawn follows near, and though it’s hard now, I can finally see, To love is to hold on
and also to fear, and in forgetting you, I remembered me.
My name is Kristen Hassani. I’m 28 years old. I have one bachelor’s and two associate's degrees in theatre arts and just finished my master's in Educational Leadership and Policy Studies at Sac State!
I write a lot of poetry, but it's been a very personal activity for me until recently. With the encouragement of a friend, I decided to submit a poem here. I have nothing published anywhere yet; this is my first step.
That said, I entered a short story contest when I was about 7 years old with the help of my mother. I won! So there's that! It was a tale about a peacock finding her way in the world.
published May 22, 2025