The line "Cautious of the words that feel so fucking insincere" completely cuts through the noise here.
The contrast between external success and internal fracture is devastatingly real.Turning to stone might feel like protection right now, but writing something this vulnerable proves your heart is still very much alive. More power to you 🖤✨
This is beautifully embodied and wonderfully written. It speaks with magnitude of an investment,
of conscious and powerful sharing, risk taking, boundary pushing, of vulnerability and of living life where in my opinion it should be lived not in withdrawal but in exploring, in adventure in turning up passionately fully and without to much hesitation. It of course mostly speaks of loss that comes with loving. The view at the top of the mountain is exquisite. Some get dizzy in the clouds and can’t stay.
For me, I don’t feel regret but some experiences lead to healthy remorse a sense of holding space for what I could have navigated differently. Also to sit with and accept my own fallibility. My limitations, my misjudgments. Poetry allows me to explore that spectrum of feeling without my anxious and self-critical parts becoming over involved so hopefully I can move forward positively. I feel so grateful, for your art, for my audacious and non-apologetic parts, for the community here and all I’m
learning and liberating, work like this reminds me of this today and everyday.
Thank you for such a detailed comment. I appreciate your insights and your very kind words, as always 🫶. I would say this piece speaks more about the aftermath of emotions felt due to a loss rather than regret. Every loss or trauma wounds, but it also teaches and strengthens—to regret them having happened might counteract their ultimate benefits. This piece speaks of a very old wound from so long ago it seems like a different life. It likes to rear its head periodically, but when it does, it helps me realize how much I’ve grown and overcome. I envy that anxiety and the self-criticalness don’t become overly involved in your art. It is rare, but it does come out in my own, obviously, but I find that helps me to identify things and move forward. I am so very grateful for your art as well. It is inspired and inspiring and always shows the joys of living freely and unapologetically. TV🖤
I slept like a whole of two hours last night and am nowhere near emotionally stable enough to have read this! But I survived. Barely. (That means it moved me😩)
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This is incredibly raw and powerful.
The line "Cautious of the words that feel so fucking insincere" completely cuts through the noise here.
The contrast between external success and internal fracture is devastatingly real.Turning to stone might feel like protection right now, but writing something this vulnerable proves your heart is still very much alive. More power to you 🖤✨
Thank you so much @Ashu Feeling very seen! 🖤
This is beautifully embodied and wonderfully written. It speaks with magnitude of an investment,
of conscious and powerful sharing, risk taking, boundary pushing, of vulnerability and of living life where in my opinion it should be lived not in withdrawal but in exploring, in adventure in turning up passionately fully and without to much hesitation. It of course mostly speaks of loss that comes with loving. The view at the top of the mountain is exquisite. Some get dizzy in the clouds and can’t stay.
For me, I don’t feel regret but some experiences lead to healthy remorse a sense of holding space for what I could have navigated differently. Also to sit with and accept my own fallibility. My limitations, my misjudgments. Poetry allows me to explore that spectrum of feeling without my anxious and self-critical parts becoming over involved so hopefully I can move forward positively. I feel so grateful, for your art, for my audacious and non-apologetic parts, for the community here and all I’m
learning and liberating, work like this reminds me of this today and everyday.
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Thank you for such a detailed comment. I appreciate your insights and your very kind words, as always 🫶. I would say this piece speaks more about the aftermath of emotions felt due to a loss rather than regret. Every loss or trauma wounds, but it also teaches and strengthens—to regret them having happened might counteract their ultimate benefits. This piece speaks of a very old wound from so long ago it seems like a different life. It likes to rear its head periodically, but when it does, it helps me realize how much I’ve grown and overcome. I envy that anxiety and the self-criticalness don’t become overly involved in your art. It is rare, but it does come out in my own, obviously, but I find that helps me to identify things and move forward. I am so very grateful for your art as well. It is inspired and inspiring and always shows the joys of living freely and unapologetically. TV🖤
Thank you for sharing something so vulnerable and real.
Thank you for reading and seeing. 🖤
I slept like a whole of two hours last night and am nowhere near emotionally stable enough to have read this! But I survived. Barely. (That means it moved me😩)
🖤🖤🖤
This is heartbreaking and really honest. It's crazy how the way someone sees you can change the way you see yourself. This is my favorite line,
"I cannot bear the mirror, those eyes, they are my foe"
What do you even do when your greatest enemy is yourself?
Thank you @Ashes Of Love Poetry 🔥 Such thoughtful commentary. I appreciate you!
You're welcome 😊 I enjoy disecting poetry, even if it doesn't have any naughty bits 🤭
Oufffff, I have felt those waters in my dear life
Solidarity! @Marie Terre 🖤
friend, this poem is awesome. these lines I get “I cannot bear the mirror, those eyes, they are my foe.” vulnerable work, Poet. you’re the man.
Hot! Because who I don't wanna be and who they don't need to be. It's fantasy that is fun and healing