Truth Like A Blanket

When love is like pouring water on a stone

Find me I said

And sent the stars spinning

Pulled the trigger on my words

As if bullets could heal

And love raise stones

 

Save my I begged

As I climbed my mountain

Squeezed the mist for my tears

As if salt was a bridge

And music a stream inside a rock

 

I watched you wander without redemption

Seeking grace from empty pockets

Neither two nor three nor four

Could sew your anger to the sea

 

Leave me I whispered

And pulled the shadows tight around me
Like my bruises were a blanket
That shields the night from the rain

 

Nothing is as lonely as

Knowing you are right

 

-Zoe Richardson 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

good stuff Zoe ... pounds my heart with tenderness and harsh pain .. absolutely loved the read .. so many fine lines of metaphor and imaging .. what a keeper this one is... should be published says i!
E.
ps. the pic of the spinning wheel is perfect for your poem ... in my opnion.

[Zoe Richardson]

Why, thank you so very much! That is indeed high praise. I'm positively blushing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Love the metaphors with the bullets, trigger and love raising stone.
As if love can raise one from the proverbial dead.
But when love is abusive, the only love that can maintain is living without the abuser...love of self has to conquer.
j.

[Zoe Richardson]

And a fierce determination to survive. Also, you must forgive yourself for making bad decisions. If you can't, you keep repeating them.