Power to you Elke💋

Yes. The good things about you should never be the things that you are used or abused for. I love how you still are all of the things that you were before, you’re just not allowing anyone else to have control over it.

You should speak up. Never suppress what you want to say.

I love everything about this poem. It’s plane to me that your passion is unequaled and unequivocal.
I dream, lovingly, of dancing with you under the moon, long hair flowing and both of us in purple wispy silks.

Powerfully penned, Elke. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I can relate. I was also a people pleaser before I stood up for myself.

I was never a people pleaser and probably never will be. The only ones I have respect and love for are the few that give the same to me in return. The rest can go fuck themselves! I love this bold write. You stand tall, showing your strength and determination. A marvelous and powerful piece. xox

A friend once told me “Not everyone deserves your soft.” I am who I am, but they have to prove they deserve the best of me now. I’ll always move with compassion, but if we don’t take care of ourselves…who will? I burnt my filters too. Totally feeling this one!

Me and my drum?

“You’re on my mind like a song on the radio.” Nice one Green.

Hi again, Lady Green 🌺

One most important aspect of relationships, I’ve learned, is: whether it’s a wedded, loving, caring, and/or friendship that’s merely casual, etc; is that they come with no guarantee, whatsoever.
I’ve always subscribed to the notion that the more one puts into anything, the greater chance of succeeding.
But, and this is a big “BUT” … after stubbing enough toes, weathering too many heartaches, etc; it all too often becomes more and more arduous to offer all of one’s self so freely and hopefully. We tend to become a bit discouraged, reluctant, and weary of who, why, and when we do.

“Still,” our need to care, love, and give, to be cared for, to be loved, and given to keep us continually revived, and we persevere … albeit, a bit wiser from each “promised” broken vow.

Yes, I, too, believe when you say, “I care,” it’s a promise, and a promise is a promise, after all, until you wear out don’t anymore.
Beautiful Free Versing, Green … got me t’thinkin’, and love it! ⁓ Rascal🖌