Oh man the enemy is within. Only you can break yourself down. Good spill

Powerfully penned, Keith. Excellent exorcism my friend. Seriously, in this instance that’s what I’d call this amazing write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Love it when you’re SO dark, Mister! Harriet-Jacqui xx

Silence in itself can be scary for those who need the noice to comfort them.

Thanks for reading and commenting.
Silence is as powerful as explosions.
Regards James

The repetition works like a drumbeat you can’t escape.
Silence becomes the loudest violence here.

The Basic Law states that human dignity in inviolable. But dignity, physical and mental health have long since become the playball of abuse of power and corruption. Very well expressed. Powerful writing dear Damian!

I hate corruption. Seems that it’s becoming more obvious with no one taking charge. Awesome piece dude!

When reality warps, the shapeshifters ascend as keepers of the shifting veil.
Only those who guard the ancient flame of truth withstand the empire of forgetting.
Great words Damian.

A terrific summary of mankind’s terrifying – and worsening – predicament. Excellent Damian. Harriet-Jacqui xx

Damian this poem brings light to everything that is going on. Really good cuz.

This reads like a warning flare shot straight into the dark.
The anger is focused, and the clarity makes it hit harder.

I literally sat on my hands for a minute so I didn’t launch into immediate rant. The whole purpose of their actions is multifold, I think. First and foremost, create fear and stir up animosity and hatred. Second, fill their privately owned concentration camps for free labor. And third, though definitely not least, continue the trafficking started by the big name these days. These people need to be stopped, prosecuted and locked away forever. Powerful, my friend

Powerfully penned, John. Excellent storytelling my friend, this one tugs at the heartstrings. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Beautiful piece John. Well written and marvelously executed.

This is a lovely story. Love this line
“a reminder that even in dreams, our love carries the weight of our fragility”

Dreams always have some kind of meaning behind them. Trying to figure that meaning out is the hard part. Perhaps the lost dress was a representation of words that were never spoken. Or desires never totally met. The ending is warm and affectionate. As a poet or writer, dreams can be of value, which in this case, was beneficial for a good story with a happy ending. 🙂

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend, it always helps knowing someone understands and has our back. Appreciate you.

Damian

Chère C.,
In the Netherlands, we believe that everyone has ‘een rugzakje’. A backpack, but the addition of ‘je’ can’t be translated as far as I know. It’s there to indicate that sometimes it’s heavy and sometimes less. If I make any sense.

In this rugzakje we all carry things from present and past (mostly).
The thing for others, is to accept other rugzakjes too. I hear what you say, and at the same time I know that there will be more people who will support and embrace you.

The days will be getting longer. I hope that more hours of light will strengthen you.

Warm regards, Gus

A great piece written for your husband. Nicely executed!