I liked your poem. I know how words can sting. Even though I am forty-five my parents always use those stinging words to make me cry. It is to the point where I only talk to my parents once a month.
Very good on the poem. Of course I would choose the positive one if I could but like you say we don't get a choice. I have been dealt a fairly good hand at life but recently I have been having struggles. Yet I find myself trying to stay as positive as I can. Keep writing.
Your poem hit home. I have Bipolar and Borderline Personality Disorder. I wear masks all the time. I am scared to let my true self be seen. Writing is wonderful for me because it lets me be me without judgement. Keep up the awesome writing!
Your poem is very good. I love the last line, 'an inner child, still wanting to see the snow'. Your descriptions are wonderful. I have nothing negative to say about this poem. Keep writing!
Very interesting poem. I have been alienated because of my illness. I have Bipolar and most people do not understand it. Either I sleep because I am depressed, I am up all the time with no need to sleep because I am manic, and then there is the normal mood. I am in a normal mood phase now. But I get the strange and hurtful looks.
I liked your poem. I get dreams from the dead. I have talked to my Grandfather and Grandmother. I got messages to give to loved ones. I have dreamed of my dogs and my cat, letting me know that they were okay, and waiting for me. When I first started getting these dreams it scared me but then I quickly realized that there was nothing to be afraid of. The dreams now calm me and I actually look forward to them.
Your story had me in tears. Very well done. It is never easy loosing a loved one. Our companions are with us for such a short time but it seems to be harder to loose them. They give us unconditional love and they simply accept us without judgement. I lost my Mittens a few years ago and it was heart breaking. I still cannot get another cat for it doesn't seem right. Lucy loved you very much and try to remember all the good times you had with her.
I am sorry to hear about your illness. My father is in remission, he had throat cancer, which was very scary. I was terrorfied that I was going to loose my father. My father is a strong man and he fought and won. I am sure you will beat this.
Honestly I thought that this poem would be better. I really could not relate to it. I am sorry. It flowed nicely and there were no spelling errors. I am sure you have a gift for hearing spirits but it is hard for you to hear what they are exactly saying. Keep writing.
Your poem has me in tears. Very well done. I am sorry you have had to feel this way. It is not fun. If you ever need to talk, please contact me, I will always lend an ear.
You are right. Right now is what matters. The past is gone and the future is not here yet. It is fun to think of the future but we have to focus on the here and now. Great poem.
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