after anger and fear,
after name-calling
and bleeding souls
after we have torn each other
like fighting wildcats
or ravenous sharks
you would say you love me.
Well, love,
what speaks from your heart
is not love but terror
of waking and walking alone
which are things not to run from
but to, arms open, savoring peace
and hearing the voices of our own spirits
and, dare I say it–God, yes, God
speaking to us in rolls of silence
that will buoy us, carry us across the ocean
our ship sank in
do not look to me for answers.
Forgiveness, yes,
but I have only questions myself;
those, and that glittering thing in my palms
we shattered together
careful!
Don’t touch
dreams draw blood
real blood, sometimes
when they break.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
The like button isn’t big enough. I like this one on the scale of an Adele song. Five stars.
Nelle–thank you so very much 🙂
I like it too–feel like I am climbing out of a hole here.
Climbing out of holes is a very good thing…in fact, it’s a slam bang woohoo, great thing!
🙂 I agree!
Proud to call you friend. this is wonderful and so are you!
Thanks, hon…
The last stanza really does capture it.
Thank you Jeremy. I think it does, too.
I too believe there are words in “rolls of silence ” and you’ve captured butterfly feelings! Fantastic dear! Deborah
Thanks so much, Deb 🙂
There are.
so beautiful.
beautful poem, powerful imageries, sad song! “dreams draw blood” – this is so sad and intense!
Thank you Noel–in its own way, I found this one to be almost calming…
I like poetry where the violence or animosity can be felt in the words and not just poetry. I think it’s cathartic. To have violence here so it doesn’t go there. I wish everyone I knew understood this sometimes. I’m rambling, but this all to say that your poem made me think and thanks for that.
Thank yoyu for sharing that, Joe.