This in my mind I see darkness and light. My minds over active imagination see babies not just souls. Sadness, so hurt and painfully lost? But the light to go and be part of a new existing world. A chance to start over or start brand new?
I like this very much. Makes me thinking of my step daughter who has ADHA. And used the term 'Masking' the other day. Feels true and real. I would not change anything really. Do not add much more, the length of the poem and each line is just right.
So many people have this pull to the water/rivers/oceans. My pull is the forest.
I do like the visionary aspect. But would really like to smell what is around me at this moment. I can see and feel but no smells. Not a bad things just note really.
On a fishing trip a am thinking as well. Sounds of the creaking boat? Or are we stable on a plate form?
But yes, it is late. Since the moon. Oh that lovely wonderous lady is there as your company. Or our company?
Ah yes, a new year. Frist two verses about sales. Third, the 'virus' woes.
But the fourth. This is wonderful, true and relatable to me and I'm sure so many others.
Decent rhythm as well.
Maybe a little more color to the new opportunities.
Show me what your new ideas for writing space would look like, get creative.
Yes! What wonderful poem words and color. I understand the butterfly in my memories of love as well. Most love for nature and other things that can not tend for them selvs. Love, this is such a hard thing to over come, find and keep? But no one wants to be a prisoner?
Depression is like a black whole, sometimes you see a light a very very distant and small light. It can be very hard to reach it. But once you do. Its worth the fight.
Curious! I am religious/spiritual. Reading this made me think of my faith and other ideas that come to mind. Are we really ment to know everything? Some secrets are for a purpose?
I enjoyed the wording and getting into the character's minds. This was a nice drama to read. thank you very much.
This gives me small goosebumps. Remembering my past. Im 36 now. Written in a differant style than I regualry use. Still a nice read. ANd thought provocing.
I have said these things to myself so many times as well. Sweat bedding on my for head, getting a headache and sighing hard when the page still is so blindingly white!
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