There are times when things should be said
Things should be done
It is met with silence
Then there are times things are done
Without thought
Automatically
Sometimes things are said because it is felt…
Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held back.
But there is a sometimes
That trust is broken.
A wound never fully healed,
Starts to bleed out again.
The slither of hope, that all will be right again.
Vanished
Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian;)) try to peel some of those layers back
Chère F.,
Love it that you post more often.
And I read all of them.
My favorite sentence in this poem is:
Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held back
Wish I had thought of that. It tells me that I can’t possibly control everything. A comforting thought!
I hope your Tuesday will be happy and full of inspiration.
Warm greetings, Gus
Thank you Gus for keeping up with me. xoxo
hello beautiful Fia this is a profound write ❤️
Hello and thank you Crimsin.;)
So true
Thank you Willow;))
Outstanding piece. Well said!
Thank you Vision;))
No way! You gotta have hope always!
Old story: There were two boys, one was a pessimist and the other an optimist. They were both put in a barn full of horse crap for a day. At the end of the day, the old man opened the door to see how the boys were doing. The pessimist was far back in the corner, on his tiptoes, complaining about all the shit and the smell. While the optimist was crouched down, frantically flinging the horse crap all over the place. The man asked that boy what was he doing. The boy said “With all this fresh horse shit, there’s gotta be a pony in here somewhere!
But anyway, your write is on point with many of the days for us all. An accurate description of the struggle for basic sanity, at least!
That was funny. I am hopeful. My poems come to me from listening to music, news etc.. then I start musing over things. Thank you Styxian;))
That’s cool. I actually get much of my motivation from reading. it’s the words tumbling around in my head that create little scenarios that I build from. A lot! Music sets a mood, though, yes. Can’t live without it!