I love this because, the dark is my friend when scribbling. The dark is an embryo in the womb of the mind. Keep on, getting on with your writing.

Atticus Abbey/Adagio

Very well expressed. It is a well-felt plea that we all can relate to. Your version is precise and captures the feelings well.
Now cheer up! 😉

Powerfully penned, PG. Excellent write my friend. Your plea is so authentic and real, and your reading expresses the emotional element of the words themselves. We all face self-doubt and our vulnerability escapes through our deepest fears sometimes. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is one captivating write. the audio and image give this a wonderful, short story vibe. Well said. Today is Wednesday and your alive…smile.

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Chère C.,
You tag it love.
And that’s what I wish for you.
Heaps and heaps of love.
Warm regards, Gus

Stirring the cauldron with a naked glue that sticks to the dark.

Atticus Abbey

You are very welcome.

hello beautiful good evening this is some gorgeous writing and thought I like the idea of your tears watering the lovely seeds inside your inner garden great write ❤️

Fantastic poem and for some reason, I thought of the song, “Save The Last Dance For Me.”

Beautifully penned, PG. Into the book it belongs. A very authentic write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Usha, thanks for reading. xx

When loveliness and sadness combine into one. This poem shines through those teary raindrops. Marvelous piece PG.

This needs a follow-up, Brenda, because, it’s so good.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. A very bittersweet write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Fantastic Brenda. Your poetry always shines, whether it’s dark or not. Nice work.xo

The audio, the image and of course the poem is perfect in it’s delivery and meaning. So much pain and sorrow pour out of this one. Nice work PG. xo

The odds are never in your favor trying to save a broken individual, someone that someone else broke. What good to existence is two broken individuals? You’ll never be a pair, a pair of what kintsugi or mosaic pieces. Many will relate to this because of human’s diamond in the rough complex. We’ve all tried to save a destined train wreck, Tight

It’s true
I’m a healer and I can’t resist the broken or else I’m just drawn to what I suffered and I try to teach by experience. Call me a mentor or just call me for dinner. Yin gets Yang.
Sometimes I’m successful and other times not.

Never feel bad for trying PG.
I feel ya

X

Your voice and your words were just beautiful.
In my experience, the healers of this world were once the broken.They are the only ones that can heal the broken.
I don’t know if I’m a healer or not but my favourite saying is “don’t let anyone suffer alone”. So,I help where I can and sometimes I get hurt but helping is a joyous experience and far outweighs the hurt.
Hope that makes sense.
Terrific write 🙏

hello lovely poetic one I feel your deep ache and passion…this is so beautiful in its pain and truth ❤️

Powerfully penned, PG. This one pulls at the old heart strings my friend. Excellent write and your narration sends the message home. Healers are often the ones most subject to getting hurt, we sacrifice ourselves and our needs by always putting them on the back burner to help others, especially in our relationships. I speak from my own experience but it sounds like you’ve been there too. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.

Damian