I know, I know. I need to do this, make an audio. I’m kind of scared it will sound like shit. Maybe I should do an AI version. And Canva is a good app to use for this?!

Thanks Mary.

I can feel the movement in this! It’s got some heat on the burner!

Thank you so much 🙏🏻💕

SHIT!! FUCK!! It’s hard to know what to say. I wish I had the words, but anger gets in the way.

The only thing I can think is: Drieks, you know that you are a human being, a woman, and nothing he says is true. You know this right? Deep down inside you, you know, and believe, not just the words but the reality of being, of being you, whole, wonderful, and worth being alive.

This poem will stay with me for a long time
Curt

Powerfully penned, Drieks. Excellent write my friend, thank you for sharing your truth. Appreciate you.

Damian

The title says it all till death.
It sounds romantic in wedding vows. It clarifies your commitment to each other but sometimes things change.
Not for the better. This write is a clear example of how it can manifest into a nightmare except it’s real.
This is a great scene to build on. In the back of my mind I was hoping she would find the mace!

That was very difficult to read, my friend. I am so glad you wrote this years ago. I am certain you are no longer in that situation nor any other like it. You are too, too strong now to ever again allow that.
There is so much power in your writing, Drieks. I’ve been listening to your work and re-reading the words and constantly amazed; I keep turning other people on to you. Keep up the good work; you are one of our best — and I do not mean just here. I mean anywhere, everywhere.

I like the rhyming scheme and the poem.

great flow and subject matter very beautiful ❤️

Hello, Her. You nailed it, my child-self was indeed a’visiting. It brings me true joy to know this poem was helpful for you!

You may borrow my rose-tinted glasses anytime.
Clay

Carefree, peaceful, a joyous, tranquil vibe. Nice work.

Desire and lust–she certainly has the right stuff to stir emotions and fan passionate flames inside of boys, men, and grandpas who ain’t dead yet. She reminds me of the gas station owner’s wife who’d sell us boys cokes and peanuts, then send us away with big lumps in our pants. (Through no fault of her own–all she did was make change and smile) Thoughts of your Mirislavka will be with me all day.

Bless you Sam you just made this old fella’s day .. Kindest of regards, Neville 😎👍

Passionately penned, Neville. Excellent write with brilliant detail and wonderful storytelling my friend. Outstanding work. Appreciate you.

Damian