This is good. The way you opened it and then drove your message home. Nice xoxo

Thanks Fia….some days for whatever strange reason seem more difficult than others but you learn over time that it will pass…..I’m good by the way.💋

LOL great ending, Peter. There’s definitely a lesson in this and you detail it perfectly. Thanks for reminding us each day, and each deed counts.

This is such a solid message. And that ending…fantastic landing!

Thanks Mary……you’re on my heroes list.
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The number of times I wake up in the morning and complain about how I don’t want to do whatever thing it is I have to do that day. This reminded me so much of that. It’s all about the choices we make every day, at least to control the things we can control.
And the twist at the end… really wraps it up in an interesting way.

I remember trying to explain why I keep my eyes open when kissing and intimate moments. “Because I need to reassure myself you aren’t him. Won’t turn into a monster.” Yeah, this one gripped me…

Great truthful write which exactly describes the power of anxiety.
Anxiety usually brings along its best mate, depression, just to make sure you’re maxed out.
Hope you’ve been to doctor etc.

Take care🙏🙏

This is totally sad to read. If I had some knowledge or answers I’d give them to you. I hope things get better soon.

Wow.. powerful poem! Well written!!

Well, that was an event, and I think you still did not pass that bulb since you still light up my friend. Enjoyed this piece. Oh, I do not like tomatoed based baked beans either. lol

I enjoyed this from beginning to end. I’d say your grandmother is still keeping an eye on you, my friend. She must know something…

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It hit me that way, while I was writing it. It was a very authentic moment. Appreciate you.

Damian

Some of the best writing you have ever shared with us. Sensational and held my interest. Nice work Damian.

I thoroughly enjoyed this story, Damian. I love the simplistic history that makes us all humans deep down, no matter if we try to hide it.
I have very vivid memories of one of my grannies. She was a tiny firecracker. Snap a chicken’s neck and yet tend to our little boo-boos with TLC with the same hand.
Burger Chef rocked!
Wonderfully vivid write, it kept me enthralled.