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That’s just bloody brilliant….🙏
Thank you so much. I’m glad somebody thinks so. 🙂 I don’t consider myself a proper writer, and am always pleasantly surprised when words arrange themselves nicely for me. I assume each poem is going to be my last!
hello beautiful Ellie it does hang heavy doesn’t it this is great 💕
Thank you. Yep – waaaay too much. I have a long fuse and am very resilient, but went past my limits a couple of weeks ago.
Powerfully penned, Ellie. Emotion can sometimes be complicated, amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you so much. I appreciate you too.
Still pondering on what I’m going to do about it.
Hello, Ellie. I’m one that can heavily relate to this piece of yours. Emotional trauma lingers no matter how much treatment we seek. It will explode, as you put it, either through tears or rage… the latter hopefully not. We poets can write limitlessly about trauma. Excellent write, Ellie!
Daniel
Gothic-Surrealist
We have had enough for a whole lifetime, so far in 2025. Yet the punches keep on coming. It’s a calm-ish week, but I’m sinking at the moment.
I’ve been with my husband for 30 years, and he told me the other day that he has never seen me lose my temper. So it won’t be rage, anyway!