The interesting thing about this one to me, is that there are people who call themselves “of faith” and use the rhetoric but don’t walk the walk. I was reminded of so many of those people…especially in the current atmosphere of the world…they speak without real understanding and definitely no faith. As a man of faith now, I imagine you recognize the difference. As one who hadn’t come to that place yet, I’m not surprised you still called it out. You always take me somewhere with your pieces…often on a rant. This one is no exception, my friend

Powerful work. You nailed it.

As someone who lived under violence of many types for years, l can understand your intense words and feelings, for me I couldn’t lose my Faith at any circumstances, my belief is that the humans must believe in something( I’m not speaking only religiously) so they can move on in life without being completely lost.

“the body is a temple
and we all abuse it”

I was touched by these lines, many many times we are not treating ourselves kindly. This poem is touching. Thank You my friend 💖

The world is an Orphan’s broken toy. Now that is a line, Thomas

We all want to be healed. That is the truest thing I’ve read today

Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent write, I relate to this one and concur my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you, my friend

This is a good prompt. I enjoyed this.

Well done, Brenda. I like this.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend, I know what it’s like to sing the blues. Appreciate you.

Damian

Chère C.,
Breath everyday – write everyday.
But then, i don’t have this nice artwork.
With the whole picture you draw me in.

Keep on keeping on, said Curtis.
Warm regards, Gus

Powerful work. Excellent.

You’ve strung together the notes of pain very well. Perhaps singing the blues can be just as cathartic as writing about them. We can only hope.

Those solem moods are tricky. We can’t always keep them locked down. And then others feel the dark coolness of their touch. Beautifully written, Brenda 🧡