I can identify with this being I’m turning 64 soon. Life is how you look at it. Your strength in this shows your positive view about yourself. That’s called wisdom. Great writing, Willow.

Ahh but the mind is a fearsomely powerful weapon we often use against ourselves. Thank you, Peter

I never thought I’d be one to age gracefully. When I was young I thought for sure I’d fight it tooth and claw. But here I am, looking backwards and smiling forward. I don’t know what the days will bring, but I know what the years have brought. I’ll face them with a cup of something hot and a determination to make the best of them. Thank you, my friend

Thank you, Thomas 😊

Incredible! It’s like she doesn’t want to desecrate her sacred holiness even though it begs her to give in to human desires and lust so she transforms back into smoke. Really incredible poem and picture, Crimsin.

Nice! Enticing and not tacky at all. This is pure poetry, Crims. You did a great job with it. And what a pleasure to read it.

Passionately penned, Brenda. An amazing write my friend. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

Everyone who loses someone should read this to know what grief is. I’m sorry for your loss.

I’m so sorry for your loss, Ellie. This one pulls at the heartstrings my friend. Thank you for sharing such a personal write with us, this one illustrates how grief truly works. A very powerful write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you. It’s all still so raw. L died in tragic circumstances in February. She was only 17. I miss her so much, but have just started to write again to help me process things.

Chère E.,
I hope that others, more fluent in your language, have the right words at their disposal to give you the support you need.
I read your writes in the DUP and will continue doing so here.
No one deserves this kind of loss.
And what a lovely photo you posted.
Please stay strong.
Warm regards, Gus

Each step of this transient thing we call life has its own taste of pain. I send you love, which is all I have to give.

There’s a moment in grief where realization hits like a brick…it’s always going to be different now. You captured that so perfectly. It’s more than a vacancy, it’s a new reality unexpected and unwanted. My heart is with you in your loss. 💔

Hi Elle.
I just read this. Im so so sorry. There are no words that help process loss.
All I can say is your life was blessed in having the time you did I have.
My aunt lost her two son and her husband within two years time.
She is now getting to the point where she thinks about them without crying all the time.
When she prays she occasionally will light them a candle.
She doesn’t talk about it but I think it gives her a sense of peace.
That’s what I’m wishing for you in time. A sense of peace when it feels unbearable.
Until then god bless.

Omg I got chills from this. I can see you on a podium reading this. It stirs the blood and makes one pay attention. Brava;))

Mic “Fucking” Drop!!

First read this offline, we really missed reading you Lady. Tight piece

Community isn’t always…or often even…made of blood. It’s the souls who welcome each other no matter what they look like or how different they may be. Blood may be thicker than water, but toxic blood is lethal. I don’t believe in fitting in. I believe in filling the space destined only for you and standing side by side with others doing the same. Nobody else has the ability to be you. Or me. I’m glad you found support and compassion, Brenda. It’s very important 🧡