I’ve heard sometimes
the only way out is through
where there are no safe places
but outside your head and
you wanna be brave
because you wanna be known
because you don’t wanna be scared
that all the faces will never come off
Touch him
Tell him it’s not him
Name him
Silence wakes into a bass drum
slow and smooth and hard
He names you too
He touches you
Transparent sets of hands
maybe that kind
reaches you finally-
dropping out with a voice this time
leave it up to me this time
Let’s be beautiful once
a shared vacancy
is all I can ask for
and even then that’s not enough
Is it
to keep away the sleep
This is the damage you
have to swallow
Weren’t we beautiful once
‘Silence wakes into a bass drum slow and smooth and hard’… this is so poignant!!
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thank you
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Silence wakes into a bass drum… wonderful line in an intriguing poem.
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thanks for reading and commenting
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That final line packs a punch… as well as some of the images…esp. transparent hands.
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transparent hands–that one hit me hard
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some great lines with impact especially…. This is the damage you
have to swallow
Weren’t we beautiful once
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thanks a lot my friend
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Love the raw honesty in this Amy. So full of wisdom and thought provoking. Beautiful writing indeed!!
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Yes, I think we were.
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a lovely, heart ache of a comment
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