Crimson …nothing is permanent ever.Not joy,not sorrow but despair makes it seem like it will.

Shadows crawl beneath the skin,
where even light cannot seep in.
Hope decays in midnight air
and then despair ignores your prayer.

Take care🙏

In the burn I wither. That is something. Nicely penned, crimsin

That’s terrific and honest.

Its hard to touch another’s suffering unless you’ve suffered yourself….I feel your pain.🙏

You have captured here that which is often so hard to put into words.

I’ve been depressed in the past, but some are clinically depressed and can’t get out of it without prescribed drugs. I feel for those people. It’s as though I’ve been released from jail due to time and age and they’re still in.
This really hits the nail on the head.

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!