a 17-year silence
can shout
if anyone listens
speak to how
broken in the middle
you can hollow out a heart
like a cored apple
or scooped melon
to not listen to pain
& falsify living
until you
almost
persuade yourself
that this life
without a center
is still authentic
but it’s not.
It is living on the edges
only
better to align
those broken pieces
to knit together like bone
rebuilding itself
it takes far less time
to heal
than it does to regrow
parts of a self,
re-weave missing fabric
of a spirit.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
we are reaping the rewards of that healing! The world is richer as the rich scent of your poetry whispers in the ears of your readers!
Thanks, NAI…appreciate that support, especially from such a talented whisperer as yourself…and a rocking duet partner!
excellent susan….great use of the metaphor here:))
Thank you very much, Don!
However you’re broken parts are re-knitting themselves, I can assure you that the result is incredibly beautiful, rich in voice and reflective of a remarkable soul..
Mimi–thanks so very much!
Oh love this!-Jennifer
Thanks, Jenn! Finally writing about not writing–took me a while 🙂
My thoughts take me to this: Knowing you as I do now…those 17 years of susan’s silent heart, must have been like existing without the essence that is you. I’m glad you broke through and are sharing with the world your authentic, natural, amazing self!
Rhonda, thank you. It was living in the third person, not the first.
not anymore! and I (amongst others of greater and greater number) are very thankful for it!!
speak to how
broken in the middle
you can hollow out a heart
like a cored apple
or scooped melon
Love this.
Thank you–my favorite image in this.