Damn..Willow “the only thing you burned… was a bridge.. I remain” That statement right there is power. love it

The cycle of love, Love’s Phoenix, tight

Straight {from the ash}
Pure dopeness!!

Much respect

Naaj

I love this revenge piece!

It’s bold, daring and powerful.

I embrace your inner strength throughout the stanzas.

I’m totally hooked…

There’s a grit here that tastes like smoke and victory—scorched bridges and unbroken will.
I love how it doesn’t just rise from ashes; it struts, unafraid, daring the past to even try again.

Cowards die a thousand times but the courageous only once.
Courage you don’t lack and that is reflected in this uplifting piece.
🙏🙏🙏

hello beautiful Willow I don’t know who is trolling you but this is badass ❤️

Powerfully penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write but I expect nothing less from you my friend, and you always deliver the goods. The grit as Thomas put it, is chef’s kiss.. You hit this one out of the park! Like a phoenix you have risen from the ashes. I like in the movie “Death To Smoochy” when the one guy said: “I’ve risen like a beautiful Phoenix, or some other town in Arizona!” lol. I’ll get more marshmallows for the bonfire my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you 😊

I concur with Fia when I say Damn! The power and freedom in this is palpable! Damning and wonderful. One hell of a read!

That is a thought. Something to kneel to… this makes me think of what else would make it kneel? Interesting piece

I love the powerful brevity here ❤️

I love the title of your poem. The real truth lies just below the layer of deception…my interpretation.

Your poem makes me first think of the young girls and women abused by Jeffery Epstein. Be it an unhealthy relationship or friendship; subjugated either by physical and/or emotional abuse. However, I can relate to the emotional trauma your poem speaks to in a different way than of my first thought. Every personal experience is different. In my situation, I perceived myself as a bird in a cage. However, the cage had an open door. Faith and courage to extricate myself though the obvious open door was elusive for far too many years. These words best explain my experience…

Soft Murmurs – “One of the hardest goodbyes is when you still love someone, but the relationship is no longer healthy. Your heart pleads to stay, but your soul knows you must leave to protect your light. Staying means waiting for change, effort, and reciprocity. In that wait, you shrink. You accept hurtful words and crumbs of affection, sacrificing your peace for someone who gives just enough to keep you, but never enough to truly value you. Leaving is heartbreaking. You will doubt your choice, but the pain of staying of losing yourself is far greater. You don’t leave because you stopped loving them. You leave because you started loving yourself more. This isn’t an act of anger, but of profound self-respect. You choose peace. You choose yourself. And that becomes the bravest love story you will write.”

Mic Drop!

I love that you’re words are so powerful, damning, shaming – great emphatic poetry: well done you! Harriet-Jacqui Furl, Author.

Why does this make us think of Epstein and his pedophile crew. You took abuse and flowed with it Lady, to freaking tight

I love this. A gut punch, a mic drop, and one hell of a raging fire.