For those that write it, there’s no other way of expression that feels as real. For those that read the greats and the subject they intended, it’s an awakening with each one read. Maybe over and over again. The subjects you mention are a testament to its power. Well done.

hello dearest Naajir I have created on alcohol I though my poems were better then it was a conduit to release me in poetry really I’ve written in all states… I would alwaus say to the powers that be my poetry halls are perfectly scribed and no onr gets in without the code to my inner sanctum…our flesh is one thing and our soul another this is some deep understanding of our poetiv spirits ❤️

sorry about spelling your name wrong I’m getting sleepy…

Powerfully penned, Naaj. Excellent write my friend. The life of a writer is a journey down many roads, some are kinder than others for sure. We are observers who chronicle our experiences, mistakes, heartbreaks, passions, faults, and personal wisdom in this life. I think the gig kinda requires it. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

Damian

We have not yet met. Sir; I just stumbled into this piece — to my very great pleasure. You just gave me my best present for this Christmas, a beautiful description of the why of poetry. Thank you so much!

FD

Whatever the reason…that last stanza is full blown exclamation point punctuation. Without my quill, I couldn’t breathe. I know you get it

Some don’t realize it takes all of this to write good poetry or simply to write. It takes really living life to open tat pen and synch it with heart and mind. Tight

Fantastic!

yes, Willow, I will walk with you and everyone here wherever the trail may go. Incredible, inspiring write, and much needed read on this first day of the poetic year!

with heartfelt thanks
Clay

hello beautiful Willow this is very uplifting the current climate of fear is getting to me I fear a lot…this put my mind at peace❤️

This is such a beautiful song. Very powerful and you are absolutely right, we need community. Thank you for this.

Brilliantly penned, Willow. Now that’s a bonfire! Excellent lyrics with an amazing musical arrangement. Really liked the drums in this my friend. That third stanza worked as a bridge, I really loved the build to that moment, the bridge brought it all home. It was also the heaviest part of the song with the drums working like exclamation points to your words. When my brother was a drummer in a certain band, I often referred to him as: “The Human Exclamation Point.” Drummers help put emphasis on lyrics in my opinion. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

This feels like walking alongside the poem itself—hand in hand through both shadow and light. I love how it turns struggle into hope, and hope into a quiet, unshakable victory.

Yes I will walk together with you and in hand, dear Willow, and burn yesterday’s pain to substitute it with new hope which you inspire so brilliantly with this masterpiece!

The unifying spirit of this song reaches beyond the soul. Very beautiful.

Much respect

Naaj

Awwwwwwww nice!
This is like sugar for day old coffee, making it tolerable. Like a rare seashell after the bombardment of the ocean’s waves.
Thank you for this treasure of a poem. It’s a gem.

This is not only poetry but something else beside .. I could probably both read and listen to it pretty much round the clock .. Neville 😎💛⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐🌻👍

I’ve been feeling this much myself of late. There’s a sense of division, of isolation, being forced upon us daily. The atrocities come so fast and so hard we can barely catch a breath before the next hits. We have this vast universe available to us in the internet. And it’s that very universe that’s locking us away from each other – ironic, that. It takes conscious movement to stay connected with each other and our humanity. But it’s taking a toll. I love that you repeat that verse of needing to just go home. Enough is enough, we’re tired. Brilliant write, my friend

hello Damian this one hurts on a personal level my son in part duing to poverty and hopelessness drank himself to death at 37 he just wanted to be able to get his kids school clothes and other necessites I helplwssy watched on being relegated to poverty because of my poor mental health I fear a lot in this climate where people are driven to desparte meaure great write ❤️

Well, this being the first write of the year, you started out with a mic drop moment. We all must go home eventually, but before then, when are we going to come together and help each other? We do stay separated, and those who try to connect get accused of having a hidden agenda when all they want is connection. A sense that they are not alone. This is so good cuz.

This speaks of the poor, the homeless, to me. Getting them help is like jumping through hoops. The wealthy stay rich and ignore them. Those in power are absent. The government make promises, and forget them. Life in the real world is a gauntlet to be navigated. And so it goes….

There’s a raw, unflinching pulse here—I can feel the ache in each line, the weight of life bending the soul. The repetition of that fatigue hits hard, making the reader live every step of the weariness and isolation. Very powerful.

Your brilliance and talents shine in this very powerful & well written piece. Raw, revealing and so very real. Nice work Damian. Happy New Year!

This is excellent Damian & what’s more, I have been thinking along very similar lines .. Ragged & real just as it should be ..

This strikes us all to the core, unfortunately. it’s like we are skirting the line of endtimes. Every day I check to see if the next big war has broken out. When it does, America is in for a rude awakening. Obviously, the biggest complaint will be the even higher costs of living, and not the loss of life. Values are askew.
Your write is a keen testament to this all. We the people will be pawns, still.
Excellent visionary write, Damian.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. You can indeed learn a lot from observing I totally agree, and speak from experience. Happy New Year my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

If I were happy all the time, I would not be part of this world either. Very introspective piece. Happy New Year.

Your words and message have so much more meaning then what we sometimes see on the surface. Here Brenda, you capture such truths and realities all into one poem. Exquisite!