Keep moving forward my friend. There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel. Great poem.

It’s a lot to carry. I’ve only been in the support role for people struggling, my daughter for one. But I see how heavy it can get to keep up the mask & maintain a facade of functionality. You’re right, it changes people. Im glad you’re no longer that person, my friend

I think sometimes we get shackled by our passed. I was thinking about that while going through some of my old DUP post. It’s nice to see the creativity, but they were wrote from pain.

Great ink

The poems written from our pain, are probably my favorite. Not because they are from pain, but because something so raw, and so beautiful can come of it. This was a beautiful ode to your former self, and I’m proud of you, Damian. It’s not an easy feat, but you beat the odds and became a better version of yourself.
I wish you all the best for the future my friend.
xx

~P.G💋

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Angel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That’s an interesting story, sometimes anything can throw the switch, to obtain that moment of clarity. I still have like 4 beers in the fridge, that have set there for over two years. So I can relate, I keep meaning to throw them out, I just forget they are there sometimes. At first it was motivation to see them, and ignore the temptation. But I’m past that now. I’m glad you got to know your grandfather, the better version of himself. I’m a better version now as well. Thanks so much for sharing. Appreciate you.

Damian

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Just the right amount of dark undertones my friend. Great spill. Appreciate you.

Damian

Beautiful….absolutely!!

Naaj

Fantastic piece of writing Brenda. Well written and marvelously executed.

I’m never away. You can find me underneath your bed. Waiting patiently. Sweet poem Meg.

This is beautiful and I can see why you could want endless sleep.

All of a sudden I can’t open my eyes anymore… yup definitely a witch 🧙

Excellent write..thank you for sharing

I’m going to go have a little nap now….not post coital but a nap nonetheless.💋

I couldn’t leave you out… succubus.

Gee, Lady-Poet 🥀🐝

With such eloquent skill you’re blessed; and, this gorgeous Kyrielle Sonnet, laid in perfect iambic tetrameter and revealing refrains, proves it ~ ohhh-so brilliantly!

What else to say when you’re away,
but that my dreams are all of You.
When every motion’s set a-sway …
warmth undulates me all night through.

“Last night, you came inside my dream.
Though, desert heat would have us keep
our love apart, you poured a stream
and left me wanting endless sleep.” (MM-mmm!)

Herein, Dear Poetess, fraught with vivid imagery, emotive lure, smooth as silk diction, and metaphor to turn the most masterful bard green with envy, you’ve word-painted us a dream to build ‘n hold onto.

Excuse me, please, I feel the fantasy pillow softly calling my name! ⁓ Rascal✨

Longing ‘twined with love and lust was palpable. Plus I totally loved the refrain at the end which tied it together perfectly. Well felt writing, Mistress Kitten!

Beautiful. Dreamy and relatable.

Your sweetness melts me.
Thanks for stroking me girl…
Can you hear me purr?

This..this is..uplifting!

Cleverly penned, Keith. I knew there was going to be a corpse in this write my friend. I just knew it, I was going with buried in the basement. But you had her right out in the open. The Dr. Seuss of horror my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hmmm, caught me. I knew something was up lol, The day was too perfect, nice.

Great! Here it is again – the brilliantly sarcastic humor you are famous for! This day was simply too perfect. There had to be a twist. Perfectly written, my friend! I enjoyed reading very much.

hello dearest Keith I was perplexed when you said your girl so affectionately what an awesome day except for the smell beauty with a twist great write ❤️

I was waiting for it!! This time I was prepared, too nice, too clean of a day. I love it Keith. Well written, you do my head in every time!! xx
~P.G💋