Beautifully penned, Brenda. Such an amazing tribute my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Really sad piece and we could see this while reading, Sad Lady

This is so very touching, Brenda.

You are very welcome.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Such a heartfelt write that pulled at these old heartstrings my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Writing helps, remembering happy thoughts are healthy, suppressing afraid of darkened pain is a negative. Be healthy Lady and never forget, just don’t live in the pain

Oh, this is good, Damian.

There’s a song in there somewhere.Obviously in a minor key.

Great write🤘

I would be bored with the norm as well. This is good Damian

Powerful writing, my friend.

First this can be both a poem and a song, it has the beat of a song. Second, You said in your note that instead of thinking wiser You rolled with it, but truth to be said your poem from first line to the final is all wisdom. For me this is a monologue with the inner self to make sense of what is not sense, To be aware of everything that happened and what is needed to be changed, the “had enough” and welling to breaking the patten of the same repeation is felt in the final verse, your poems always has a personal feeling and that make them special.

Oh damn, that last verse hit hard. After each of the other verses, it became a hammer of defiance. I’m not sure I believe in a norm. It always just strikes me as others expecting you to be more like them. Meet them at their level because they’re too lazy to move. To evolve. No thank you. This is another strong piece. And I think just rolling with it worked out beautifully, my friend

Nice.

Powerful work, my friend. Vivid and sharp.

Damian when the illusions melt away and the masks are gone there is a great since of liberation as well as sadness. Not fitting in can make one feel alone but at the same time emancipated from a lifetime of being a square peg in a round hole. Truly great poetry here, my friend. You have given me the reader a glimpse into a life that is honest to oneself. I am most enriched to have read this.

John

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Loss is tough my friend, a very heartfelt write. Grief is sometimes like pacing in circles wondering if one did enough, and praying that our beloved know how much they were loved. Prayers and positive energy sent your way, thanks for sharing something so private. Appreciate you.

Damian

Brenda this piece was just lovely.
Your sadness is palpable in the words and the spaces between them.
Sometimes I wonder what the point of life is…..I haven’t come up with an answer yet.
🙏🙏🙏🙏💋

This is incredibly sad! Your honest, very well expressed self-reflections strike right at the heart of your readers. I can feel the ink bleeding from your heart! A big heart felt hug of love and positives energy! 🫂🙏

Thank You for being his Mom🤍 He chose You to be His Mom🤍. I can’t imagine the pain of losing a child… it’s for sure unbearable, it is, the only comfort is to remember that his soul is near, He is near, if You can’t see him it doesn’t mean that it is not true. You are strong to express your pain sincerely like this, but please please please… Don’t dwell in gulit, it’s not your fault or his, as I’ve said in my first sentences. HE chose You to be his Mom and Thank You for being his 🤍 always remember this, always and ever!

Sending You warm hugs strong beautiful Mother💓

I can’t add to that which has already been written. Death is just borrowing him for a moment. Your heart will probably never mend, but will pulse strong in your memories.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. A very heartfelt write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Chère C.,
Yes, heartfelt (says Damian), and I won’t disagree.
I sincerely hope that you’ll encounter things that makes your heart stay.
You deserve it!
Love your writes.
Warm regards, Gus