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

hello dearest Daniel you are still lucid this is really great at expressing what you hear ❤️

Brilliantly penned, Daniel. Another powerful write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Spiritually provoking

Totally vibed this

Much respect

Naaj

I agree with this. Closer we come to death, the more memories are reminders. Nice

Powerfully penned, Daniel. This is an incredible write my friend. When confronted with mortality most people analyze how they got where they are, afraid of losing memories, or becoming ill, or even death. Most fear losing their identity or remembering who or how they were. It gives me chills just talking about it, because it’s unimaginable in my head. Sorry for rambling my friend. This is a write that makes me think, thanks so much for sharing. Now I will ponder more by myself. Appreciate you.

Damian