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Hollow Hands
I have seen you in the quiet—
where the world breathes slow,
where the light pools soft against the edges
of something I can’t hold.
You are there,
in the spaces between heartbeats,
in the hush before the storm.
And still,
I reach for you with hollow hands.
I have drowned in softer waters,
let the tide pull me where your voice lingers,
let the weight of your absence
settle in my chest like an old hymn.
I have called you back
in the language of the lost,
in the silence that follows
when a name is spoken too many times.
But you are neither here nor gone,
only lingering—
like the hush before the storm.
And still,
I reach for you with hollow hands.
where the world breathes slow,
where the light pools soft against the edges
of something I can’t hold.
You are there,
in the spaces between heartbeats,
in the hush before the storm.
And still,
I reach for you with hollow hands.
I have drowned in softer waters,
let the tide pull me where your voice lingers,
let the weight of your absence
settle in my chest like an old hymn.
I have called you back
in the language of the lost,
in the silence that follows
when a name is spoken too many times.
But you are neither here nor gone,
only lingering—
like the hush before the storm.
And still,
I reach for you with hollow hands.
Published 9th Feb 2025
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Yesterday 1:52am
Dear Nvmb ~ I stumbled across your poem "Hollow Hands" and was transfixed by it. I read it again and then went back and read all the poems you've submitted in the past month and realized that it was a complete series - a testament to grief. "Ritual Memory" left me weeping. You are a phenomenal poet and a truly brave soul. Surviving heartbreak by constantly cutting open your own heart again to reach for another poem is an act of stupendous courage and I just wanted to let you know that I stand humbly by as a witness to the ferocity of your pain.
I am an older woman - just turned 70 - and lost my partner this year, so your poems are helping me to heal by lancing the wound to let the grief out. Thank you for turning your pain into poetry. You never know when it will turn to healing balm for someone else.
Sincerely ~ RD Armstrong
I am an older woman - just turned 70 - and lost my partner this year, so your poems are helping me to heal by lancing the wound to let the grief out. Thank you for turning your pain into poetry. You never know when it will turn to healing balm for someone else.
Sincerely ~ RD Armstrong
Today 00:31am
I......... Can't even begin to describe how much your words mean to me... Please, give me a little while, and I will give you a proper response to something as heartfelt as your comment... Until then, please just know that I am grateful to you for your kind words....
