Susan Walker Poet Prose Poetry

Hand

Bones crushed and pulled back into place
my own momentary hell
of piercing scream
for it to stop
they could have my hand forever
and leave me with a shiny stump
wrapped
like a wounded Christmas gift 
hanging limp but peaceful
under the white of my
gurney
but no choice was given
so it lives with me maimed
but  alive sorrowful its protector would have given 
it away so easily
no trust between us now
as we come back to each other
to heal

Hand; Poetry by
Susan M. Walker, 2015

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Jean Mcloughlin January 8, 2016 at 3:44 PM Loving your poetry Susan!! Susan Walker January 8, 2016 at 3:48 PM Thank you so much!

Poet Destroyer A December 22, 2015 at 3:45 PM Hi Susan, WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@ Susan Walker December 23, 2015 at 1:52 AM Well, Thank you!

Skat A December 22, 2015 at 2:58 PM Susan, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT Susan Walker December 23, 2015 at 1:53 AM Thank you, Skat!