is it too much to ask
that ugly be temporarily suspended
leaving the grieving & the aching
the devastation
to heal
lick our wounds
brace ourselves
as we reel
before another punch is released
leveling our protections
can we just have some time
to adjust
& get some rest
try & regroup
prepare for the next attack
how many lashes must one endure
before there’s nothing remaining of the flesh
as it hangs on the frame
tattered
dripping agony
pooling
a tortured puddle on the floor
getting kicked from the right
without warning
while we’re still nursing our left
perhaps…
just maybe…
we could call a truce
pause all the blows
if only for a moment
please
& thank you
Powerfully penned, Willow. Such a great spill my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
I get so agitated & sometimes it just needs an outlet. Thank you, my friend
Willow this is exactly how I feel from time to time…. beautifully crafted.
I’d bookmark it but that functionality isn’t stable enough yet.💋
There are several functionalities that don’t work for me still. But it’s early days still. I’m sure it will get sorted out. Thank you 😊
Please & thank you
I got you, girl
I’m a tree hugging, peace seeker. This hate frenzy we’re living in is about tearing my heart out. Thank you, girl 😊
I have to put blinders on most of the time.
Got a spare set? 🫣
I’ll share anything with you, girl.
So much blood is pooling, what’s left can be used to write our thoughts. Your good
I don’t know what else to do with my frustration, sadness & anger but write it out. Thank you
Kinda reminds me of how I just sometimes need a break from it all. Always seems like bad news trying to stay afloat.
Saturation overload, right? Never seems to be a moment to come up for air
Powerful and poignant. I hear you.
Thank you. It’s wearing on the spirit. Gotta get it out or it eats us away
Powerful writing, girl. The world can be quite brutal these days.
(I have a temper and wee bit of anger too, nothing like it once was. 🤫) but I don’t necessarily see this as such. It’s the empath in y
I’m beginning to think the world violence is shaving the edges off our personal weaknesses. Or maybe it’s fine tuning us for the real battle. Petty shit just doesn’t seem so important in the face it, does it?