I remember my grandma used to sit down and talk quietly with us when we did something we shouldn’t have. She’d explain how our actions hurt someone else, how it made them feel and asked how we would feel if it was done to us. She wanted to be sure we understood the repercussions of our actions, no automatic apology was expected. She knew we needed to feel it for it to really matter. I don’t think a lot of people take the time to do that these days. It’s just a reflexive “say you’re sorry” to the child without explanation. Doesn’t mean much that way. And then it perpetuates longevity for the behavior. This is a solid “got away from me ” piece

Terrific write Fia.

Sorry is only one of the many words that leave our lips without any real truth or understanding.

good observational write. Well described. It is worth saving and recalling this write, for others too. A mantra to be wary of false words, including apologies.

Powerfully penned, Fia. Another excellent musing my friend. Amazing observation as always. Nicely done. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

You had a full poem and you broke it up to have omitted pieces. Interesting concept

The last line lands in a way that makes you want to reread this again, and let it linger. This caught my breath.

This reads almost like an invocation, a chant of summoning. Much enjoyed this. As Brandon said, it invites rereading 🧡

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write with dark undertones my friend. I concur with Willow and Brandon. Amazing read. Appreciate you.

Damian

oh wow beautiful Indie this hurts…I have such illusions and I still hold onto them even when proven wrong by others hugs great write ❤️

That ending is like a gut punch. Lovely write.

I remember writing once “images of you and me never equal any semblance of we.” This caught my breath and took me back to that moment. I agree with Fia, those last lines are powerful and painful.

“OUCH”. Agree with those above, it is a very powerful write and painful to read and know it happens far too often. -Curt

Powerfully penned, Indie. Excellent write with lots of layers my friend. That ending was painful indeed. Appreciate you.

Damian

Traumatic
Hard to recognize when they sell you out.

Keep punching Indie ..

The pain of knowing betrayal. It’s shattering. Thank you for sharing your poem.