hello beautiful Fia I’m sorry you’re feeling icky I hope yu feel better soon drink some green tea with a little tumeric it should help 💕great write

Thank you, Ravens:)

Get well…..words need to be written.

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Get well, Fia. Even when you’re sick, you write incredibly. Get so me rest my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Fia very sorry for your ailment. But you sure wrote a fantastic poem about it. Digs deep and you really made it an engaging read. Hope this comment finds you feeling better.

John

Sickness is sometimes like love. You don’t know if your coming or going.

Terrific write, just be careful that pain doesn’t become pleasurable.
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend, just keep moving forward. It’s easier said than done I know, but eventually the clouds will part, and let in the light. Appreciate you.

Damian

Moods often bring darkness that is hard to swallow.

I did.

I love things which mingle the ethereal and the esoteric, and this does just that with a mystic flow. Well done 🌼

I don’t know or think about why I like things….but I like this very much.
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A well written piece! I feel like it ties me to the earth somehow. I love it! Well done, Kasai! “)

I don’t even know where to start with this one. It’s such a deeply spiritual & personal piece. And so incredibly beautiful. If we had a reading list option, this would be on my list. It’s so good to see your words again

hello beautiful Kasai so lovely and happy this poem and tenderness in the end I am enchanted 💕

Your poem sang to me like a song of the earth and love. And I felt your journey through these profoundly spiritual words. Truly a deeply felt poem that I felt in my soul.

John

Im reminded of the old adage…if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. Goes right back to your other poem…gotta read the fine print. Believe the lies, trust the cardboard cut out caricature, you get what you deserve. Hitting nails on the head with a jack-hammer, as usual, my friend

hello dearest Damian karma always has her way well said I am depressed it feels heavy this poem great write 💕

“Been swindled under some false pretense”, def felt that line.
Nice penned my friend.

“grass is dead on the other side”. The older I get the more I feel that. Great ink.

Damian, I read and reread your poem. Took me into the heart of chasing rainbows and the stark reality that often is at the other side. Superbly crafted poem.

John

That hits with a quiet force—like courage stitched from trembling threads. The contrast between silence and the mask of bravery unveils a moment of deep vulnerability, almost like a portrait of someone holding themselves together just enough to get by. It carries the weight of all the things left unsaid when fear takes the reins.

Yes and yes, we do ache to be touched, we deserve to still be desired. Wholeheartedly agree, my gentle man.❤️

Wrinkles don’t kill the burn…that need still drives. Nicely done in so few words