I understand the pain some memories bring back. As many that are happy, there are ones I would rather forget. I'm glad in this instance, you remembered someone who you know loves you very much. This was very touching, FF, as I have come to know your writing and understand that your words often freeze me into place, as I remember my own experiences that your words often tug at me to release.
I cried over your piece. Yes, I have revisited my past too, and it only haunted me further, and did not erase the chalk-filled lines of sorrow bent there, and still weeping.
I know how it feels to return to a structure that never wanted you, and you wanted to feel "home" so bad, that it ached, as a little girl, and now, as a grown woman, the ache is only larger.
I went back, I guess, to find answers, but left only with more questions: why my foster parents never loved me; why my foster father and foster brother abused me; why my foster mother never looked upon me as a biological daughter . . . so many questions, and the house mocked me, and laughed, all the way to the car, as I cried, inside and out, just like that little girl with questions then. Like the pain, only the questions are larger,
Some things never go away - even when you want them too. I tried to remember the good times, but they were swallowed in the aftermath of the questions, and the eternal aching.
If you didn't already have an Award for this, I would have given you one.
I revisited my Past. And it didn't want me back, now or then.
I thought your lines to be beautiful, and I almost felt like my sorrow became this River. Wonderful lines, and you sure did get the message of innocense and pain across here.
Believe it or not, Tayasky, I adopted a Chocolate Lab and named him Sam three years ago. The day I adopted him, he was on the list to be euthanized.
I sympathize with you here, knowing the loss of a family member such as a dog. Sam replaced my 17 year old Black Lab Mix named Max that I had to put down.
I know the sorrow and I can't even say it ever goes away.
You must know I love the Native Americans so, and have much sorrow and empathy for what they went through centuries of torture, abuse, and how we stole their lands and tried to erase them.
This broke my heart. A very well-constructed historical Poem close to my broken heart.
I'm so sorry you went through all this. It was horrible. I had a terrible childhood myself, abused, abandoned, unloved, unwanted. So I understood the rage. You seem to have come to terms with this and I'm glad. I know you probably still don't really love your mother. Afterall, she was never there for you, but she is your flesh and blood and I think you're willing to forgive, is the deal. Which is what God wants us to do, forgive. We can't change the past, but we can accept it and try to move on with our lives.
That's what I have tried to do, anyway, move on. Yes, I relive a lot of horrific stuff. It's a part of me. I don't think I will ever forget it. It comes out in my poetry. Its a healing mechanism. I think writing at a very early age (nine years old) saved me. And animals. Writing and animals saved me. Brought me where I am today. I should never have survived. Must me a reason. And for you too. You must know that. You sound very acknowledable in His Word and with your goals in life to come to terms with your terrible experiences.
I hope someday my own words help others as your's did me, for I realize how strong a young lady you are and that quality I admire.
The meter and rhyme was near to flawless. Told a story and the concept never faltered. From beginning to end, as it was being told, I felt the agony of the Soul when it is cast to a pitiless and infinite gloom.
Lines were well-constructed, flow never cracked. Only in the last stanza, where you had a rhyme going abcd, and so forth, lines 3 and 4 of the last stanza didn't exactly rhyme but this in no fashion took away from anything, please don't get me wrong. I was just curious why the difference there? No biggie, and does not affect my rating in any fashion or form.
Broke my heart; tears in my eyes. I remember reading this when I first started WDC. I left, came back, and now I have revisited your port, and in your Sea of work, my Soul found this again. Somehow, blessed I think, I was directed here by some force, to weep once more of your words, and your loss, which has saddened me greatly, for your memories are profound and touching.
Fantastic writing. Spellbounding to the last drop, and I feel like I feel off the edge of the world in a horror movie.
And talk about movie, this would make a terrific thriller and I would suggest sending it off to some major Network.
Really great ~ loved the first person narrative aspect. Really brought you up there close and personal, like you too, were the last person in the world.
There is nothing more I could add to such a profound piece of writing - as that of the heroes that have marked your life for the better.
I wept over this inside after reading it twice and realized how blessed you were. You may have felt cursed in loosing so much, so soon, like your son. There are so no words to express my grief.
But I will say that each and every one of these five special people in your life that left you behind - left you better, as you say, because a part of them lives in you now and you are testament to their memory ~ a beautiful one. It is sad and remarkable at the same time that one human being could suffer so much loss one after the other ~ ~ and yet become a stronger Soul because of them.
Because ~ they are now a part of you and they shine through your profound and poignant words.
Perfect and beautiful . . . just love it. This is not easy to write. It takes discipline and much thought and I appreciate and admire the effort put forth here.
I enjoyed all your great pictures here. You are lucky at such a young age to travel the world like this. What memories you have....and all of them you can use in your writings. How wonderful!
I have never been to Europe but I long to go, as I have deep German roots and would love to see the Black Forest area.
I love you too, sweetheart. You have always been there for me and I 'm glad we share the same goal: giving back to a community that has given so much to us. I am thrilled to be in the same space with you, awesome lady!!!
I'm originally from New Orleans. This made me homesick for sure. I live in Colorado now. i've been here in the Rockies for five years, so I had to watch Katrina destroy my City on TV.
Anyway, I miss the French Quarter and I grew up and was raised in "Old Metairie." I had a summer home in Ponchatoula, across from Lake Ponchartrain.
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