Marvelous piece of writing Fia. Powerful, unapologetic and demanding. This is a well thought out piece. Nice work.

Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend. Your voice was authentic, focused, and real.. A very moving piece. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

I imagine this was somewhat cathartic once you got it off your chest and out in the open .. You have a fine pen and a lovely voice by the way .. Neville 😎👍

Pow! Truth!

Wow. Powerful work.

Thank you for saying that, John😊

Fia, this is one of the best poems defining the realities of love gone wrong that I have read. Your introspection here is precisely articulate, emotionally honest to a tee, and powerful. This really spoke to me as a man. You really told it like it is with the sincerity of a genuine woman who has been through the wringer. Poetry that does more than engage the reader it made me think and feel deeply. And the spontaneity here is fabulous. Thank you so much for sharing this testament.

John

I fall for your poetry every time Brenda. Love the wording and atmosphere. Great image too. xox

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

The mind is the net that captures many moments. This is good.

Love this – as usual

Thank you dear.

Memorable, succint and deep. It warns me to not get tangled in my own memories. Hehehe
Well done, Amethyste! “)

I second this addiction. I feel lost and unfocused if I do not write.

I third this addiction.

I love the written word..mine and others.

Great write,right,rite,wright….lol

Very relatable Willow. Thank you for sharing 💕

Brilliantly penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! Infectious vibe your words and the musical arrangement my friend. It’s the one addiction that I feed and I refuse to kick. You summed it up well as you always do. Loved this one Willow. Excellent work. Appreciate you.

Damian

You express perfectly what most of us here feel, dear Willow! It’s the same with me – I scream, weep, bleed and laugh my soul onto the paper.

It’s horrific, that ‘silent scream’, the self-reflection not seen in the mirror, the expression held inside. I hear your pen, Willow. It’s LOUD!!! But I welcome it. Let the ink flow, make Rorschach’s of rage across the page. Just know, you are seen!

Curt

Brilliant work.

I don’t run the pen. It runs me, girl. As Shrek said…Better out than in. Excise the wounds so they can heal clean. Thank you, girl. You wield a mighty pen yourself

Thank you, Thomas