very good ink!

thank you graciously dearest Damian ❤️

Haha theological brawl. I feel bad for the woman in the chair. Nice.

You are game Damian. Hope all is well
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Okay, so this one took me somewhere unexpected. I had the sense of a long battle, a truce that ends the fight but not the enmity…so the enemy is kept within sight. No idea why that’s where this took me. My sister has been sober about the same length of time as you and she keeps a partial bottle of liquor up on top of her cabinet to remind her the enemy is real and not dead. She never touches it, but it reminds her of the darkness it carried, the times she lost and the gains she’s made. Keep the enemy in sight but don’t engage. That takes enormous strength, my friend

Dude, I continue to enjoy a few Beam and gingers here and there. I don’t go out nearly as much as I used to, actually barely I’d say. But, I have learned that control is my friend. As much as I enjoy the time out with friends, etc, I know that there is a rational limit to it all. The best part is how much money I’ve saved! Really. I have a future/goals and now understand priorities much clearer. I never thought I had a problem, until I realized how much time and money as used up in it all.
That and how most bar friends can be quite fickle.
Your write is on point. The characters we encounter, the thoughts, the situations… all of it.

This is nothing short of brilliant .. and quite possibly now very near the top of my Damian DeadLove faves .. Not only that, but it also sits so pretty on the page .. 😎👍

It is taking me a while to get around to the writings, but this is a powerful piece. She’s the lore to a familiar trap. I mean, man that is temptation at its finest.

well, one thing for sure… you are really blooming as a poet… perfect

I unfortunately grew up seeing a lot of weeds and stickers. ha I guess life is like a road of flowers we see along the way. Some beautiful, some ugly. I like your take on it. Nice one, Fia.

“Walking down a path of my life”…So there is a flower called Ruellia Simplex. I walk past it each morning before work. Beautiful purple blooms…hundreds of them. When I leave at the end of the workday all of the blooms have been shed or blown away. The stark contrast is startling. But…the very next morning fresh new blooms await to greet me…hundreds of them. My reminder that each day is a new opportunity. Yet also a reminder to make the best of my time as life is too short.

Beautifully penned, Fia. Another excellent write full of depth my friend. I concur with Sam’s comment: “You are really blooming as a poet.” Amazing read with a musing vibe to this ink. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian