Silence is the strangest thing. I crave it, chase it…& then panic when I bump into it. Sometimes we have to force ourselves to sit still with it. Chaos is more familiar…& therefore sometimes…more comfortable.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Pulls at these old heartstrings my friend, thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.

Damian

Look back but always step forward. This was inspirational, Brenda. Thank you.

I’ve been telling myself the past is not a destination. But it is a guidepost. Despite memory & fear, there’s nothing waiting there. Just an empty space of was-ness. The step forward can be terrifying though

Thank you, Will. It was fun to write.;))

Cleverly penned, Fia. Amazing writing my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello beautiful Fia no poetry is not dead it lives inside us beautiful 💕

So long as poet souls live, poetry will never die. How else would there be song?

Everything lives, dies and at times becomes resurrected. Great piece Fia.