Thank you, it does.

Well, Dear Fia 🎭

Life is a stage upon which unfathomable joys and dramas are played-out; often, unexpectedly enchanting or equally as painful … and, we seldom know what the outcome of looming scenes will be.

Still, when the heart is filled with joy, the saddest moments are those when happiness bows out.

It may seem odd to compliment one’s poetry when it’s so forlorn … yet, I must acknowledge your knack for using words to paint vividly relatable emotions and sensational feelings upon the canvases of our own hearts ‘n souls. Still, we know so very well how friends often hug and make up, eh?

Beautifully, sorrowfully rendered, Dear Poetess! ⁓ Richard🖌

(Nits)
Diction: consider “heeded, And, who”.
I am that friend that will back off when heeded
And, that friend who takes the call when needed

Did you mean “off” course?
things have gone of course

(love your writing, of course) 🍷

hello beautiful Fia I am often too needy probably due to childhood traumas so I hold onto relationships that no longer work because I usually need people more than they need me… also I am very intense which is hard to take if you happen to be that rare person I let really know me…it’s always been that way with me I do better one on one than in a group setting the group mindset has ruined more than one of my friendships…people usually desire to be popular instead…I will never fit within a mold I have tried earnestly but society is unyielding with all it’s codes and judgements…almost all of my friends have been more like you in that you are a strong personality and you would be honest with me…I appreciate that trait…I love being social but shy away from it because I have no filter and I’m no good at it…anyway keep being you and I feel you on feeling behind the scenes even when it hurts not to show it…I admire that abilty it’s all too evident on my face when I’m hurt great write ❤️

Powerfully penned, Fia. Well this one grabbed me by the heartstrings and I can definitely relate to the subject matter as you well know my friend. The dreaded “Our friendship ran its course.” Been on both sides of that equation, neither was fun. I’ve had it said to me mostly, I’m loyal to a fault as well. The only time I said it was as a means of survival. Excellent write. Sorry you’re having to go through this. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

I’ve found that people don’t grow at the same pace. And when one outgrown the other, it causes growing pains most unexpected. I’ve experienced this from both sides and it sucks from every angle.

This is an incredible piece.

A soul-crushing insight into how connections can get so complicated.

I use to have close friends until I out grew them all. And now, I find it better to be alone and enjoy my own space.

What I did notice is that most of my friends turned against me as I outgrew them. Tragic its own way.

Not everyone can stay the same forever. We all grow and embrace the changes that we become. x

Your poem resonated my experience with friends I caught up with after years of absence but who dropped me quickly after a brief reunion. The emotions here are strongly conveyed with super poetic flow that carried through like a sad but exquisite dream. You write your heart so well my friend.

John

We long for what we can not have…. I don’t know why but I think it’s a universal law of nature.. nice poem

Beautifully penned, Brenda. An amazing and passionate write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks for the info, Fia. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

“It never even existed” well felt that and I am pretty sure a lot of people do… Really good piece.

When i first wrote this, it was from her perspective. Listening to her talk about it and how she felt about it. It wasn’t until later that I had reason to relate to it as she did. She never saw the poem or heard the song until recently because I didn’t want to scratch the wound. But she’s heard it now. Thank you, Brenda 🧡

My daughter only heard it today and has announced that I should be the official lyricist of her life. It’s finally been long enough that the pain isn’t as fresh, so I let her hear it for the first time. That “chorus” was a recent addition…written from fresh understanding of my own. Thank you, my friend

My daughter is an amazing woman…just not his amazing. And that’s not his loss or hers. She gained a lot of sense of self from the experience and is a stronger person than she was then. Like her mother, she’s a giver. And that usually involves giving too much leeway and too many chances. Hope dies slowly, I guess. Thank you, Honoria

Powerful work. Tremendous writing.

There is a fire of honesty and feeling here.
This stood out:
“it’s not how you held me…

it’s what you held back…”

Great work
Regards
James

Hi Willow!
The poem is great but with the added song, it sounds so smooth. Like velvet.
Just awesome!