Standing Between Silence
A Memoriam
I stand between them
A wall made of trembling arms,
Not to fight, but to keep breathing
Silence is thunderous in defiance.
His rage echoes off the walls.
My silence swells, a shield and a scream
Visceral and loud—he knows I am here.
Fear is a river in my veins.
Restraint, a prayer whispered…
Because survival is not battle,
But endurance of the hours when hope withers.
Justice arrives—cold and final.
He turns the violence inward; death staking its cold claim on him.
The house is quiet, a grave in its ghastly corners
A week follows, silence swallowing her as well.
Her absence is weightless and suffocating.
I search for meaning, but find only shadows
An ache of unanswered longing in empty rooms.
Trauma stains the soul and I wonder,
Asking the silence: what point, what hope, what of God?
Existence is a wound, unhealed and holy,
A longing that won’t release its grip upon the living or remembered.
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Logan Stanislaw
AUDHD, Non-binary, poly, pan, queer AF and still learning to people. Writing is a passion but as long as I'm creating something, I'm usually good.
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"Fear is a river in my veins." Such powerful phrasing, thank you for an amazing poem.