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

Damian

Oohhh. Let it rip Fia!!
Love the kick ass vibe chica!

Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write with some clever wordplay my friend. Dig the vibe! Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

hello beautiful Fia your strength makes you beautiful…this is awesome and emotive poetry… ❤️

Nice rhyming with a little fire Lady, Tight

The thing about wounds is that if we don’t get them clean before they seal, infection will begin the rot. And that is toxic. Fierce statement here, Fia

You have a strong voice Fia. A voice that says what needs to be said, that keeps it real. And you put that voice into your art. Loved reading your poem Fia.

-Curt

Damn woman! Who got your knickers in a bunch? LOL
Kidding. I love a good kick ass write. I like confidence! You really got your points across for sure. Very creatively at that.
Awesome.

Fia with a S on her chest. Made me sit right up in my chair.

Thank you so much, nontoxicdart

Super charged into a poetic poem of powerful emotions for this person who judges and whom in the end your let go with your hopes for their better future. You put great heart into this poem and I could feel your words like a piece of music that kept me rapt throughout.

John

Thank you for all you do Fia!

Well said, Fia.

Thank you for everything you do for this community, it is so appreciated Fia. Also, you always keep us well informed my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

This is excellent Fia!
Well done chica:)

Nah, I identify as a scraggly ol pine tree. LOL. But I love the sentiment expressed in this write! It is very clever with the ideas and imagery. it gives us hope!

hello lovely Fia someday we’ll be brand new again this is beautifully written ❤️

Beautifully penned, Fia. This is a lovely write my friend, always a fan of your musings. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Oh damn, girl! This is a brilliant piece of writing. Not only the idea of roses, but each stage and facet of their existence…and we are indeed like them! 🌹

It’s a shame we can’t be new roses longer. We get older and look back at how we could have dome things better. But alas, we start to wilt and time goes on until we are dust once again. Good one Fia.

My grandmother (my mom’s mom) had rose bushes in her backyard and roses often found their way onto the dinning room table. I would help her sometimes with weeding and tilling the soil around the bushes. It was a fun job getting my hands dirty and listening to her tell stories of her life. Your poem reminded me of her and some pieces of my younger self came alive as I read. I think Fia, if we keep those memories in our minds we are always young for they make us who we have become.

Thanks for sharing this tender poem, Fia
-Curt

This is quite a refreshing piece.

My Grandma was called Rose and I was named after her.

I admire your connection to nature and the surroundings.

I find this exquisite and delicate in its own way.

Peaceful and pleasant read. x