I second this addiction. I feel lost and unfocused if I do not write.

I third this addiction.

I love the written word..mine and others.

Great write,right,rite,wright….lol

Very relatable Willow. Thank you for sharing 💕

Brilliantly penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! Infectious vibe your words and the musical arrangement my friend. It’s the one addiction that I feed and I refuse to kick. You summed it up well as you always do. Loved this one Willow. Excellent work. Appreciate you.

Damian

You express perfectly what most of us here feel, dear Willow! It’s the same with me – I scream, weep, bleed and laugh my soul onto the paper.

It’s horrific, that ‘silent scream’, the self-reflection not seen in the mirror, the expression held inside. I hear your pen, Willow. It’s LOUD!!! But I welcome it. Let the ink flow, make Rorschach’s of rage across the page. Just know, you are seen!

Curt

Brilliant work.

I don’t run the pen. It runs me, girl. As Shrek said…Better out than in. Excise the wounds so they can heal clean. Thank you, girl. You wield a mighty pen yourself

Thank you, Thomas

Winners are grinners…..even fictional ones.
😂

Showing your true self is easy at 3am.

Like this one.

This is so warm and tender. I can feel the comfort of being there.

Such an intimate image…nesting in the chest. Where life beats and love lives. Beautifully written, PAR

Beautifully penned, PAR. Such a warm and magnificent poem my friend. You always find a way to amaze with your words. Appreciate you.

Damian

Poetry is crucial.

Well, damn, that was unexpected. They wanted the children but not the men. Good write

Thanks Fia.