Broken childhoods can still turn into beautiful things. The Japanese call it the art of kintsugi 🌼

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I hear you beautiful Fia people take them too seriously which hinders our creativity as it just flows I went through an anger period when I was going through a tough time and lost a lot of followers because of it peace to you lady let it come as it will 💕

Its a gift to be able to express feeling with words..I’m glad you have the gift 🌼

Words have serious magical power….that’s why we call it SPELLING. I’m sure you’ve that one before, but it’s true. Where do thoughts and inspiration come from? Poetry is the great filter. Use responsibly.

Cleverly penned, Fia. I always enjoy your musings. Phenomenal write, cuz. Appreciate you.

Damian

I think of my poetry as not by me. It’s by little ghost in my ear nagging me till I write their words down hehe. Wonderful ink, friend.

I can’t even count the emotions I’ve given ink to. Without poetry…I have no voice. Without a voice…we fade. Very nice

What a gorgeous piece.🌹🌾

I told you I was seeking peace of mind. 🌼

hello dearest Joe you are one of the most beautiful writer I’ve ever known I’m honored to be here with you 💕

And nature is where I find it. 🌼

You put a beautiful touch on that wonderful time in-between the seasons, especially Summer to Fall, when the ground has cooled down enough to lay on it again. I’m not trying to get too comfy…there are more scorchers on the horizon. But Fall is the best. Thumbs up ^

You take simplicity and develop stark imagery. I like the easy flow of your work.

j.

Powerfully penned, Fia. Could feel these words my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

There is true and honest pain here, so palpable I can almost touch it.

A powerful piece written with heart blood. An empath can feel what is Hidden behind the words. Vibrations speak louder and clearer than words. Great work Fia!

One of the hardest things is trying to help and being pushed away.

Great ink, friend.

Thank you, Nick;))

So true. I can write it down…to give me release for the moment at hand. But somethings live on forever. You can’t delete it. I wish I could. Oh no! Another thought coming on!!!

I just wrote Edit My Life after writing my comment.

It seems that a lot of times, when I comment on someone’s work, the way I relate turns into my own next submission.

Thanks

I feel this. The weight of another persons sorrow. A moving piece.
Kind regards
James

Be needed, never need. The door never swings the same both ways. Tight

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Your words pulled on these old heartstrings my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Your words have a way of slicing below the surface, to the core. The last two lines remind me of the lyrics, “ it’s better to burn out than it is to rust”. Keep shining, my friend.

I sincerely hope to meet you on the other side!

thank you graciously dearest Gus for feeling me so deeply it’s appreciated 💕