Antonio-Thank you for let me what you took from it. It was exhausting and painful for a long time. But writing and having readers have been so wonderful!
Before I knew it, there are times when we start living like we’re walking a tightrope, adjusting ourselves to the other person’s mood or the atmosphere around them, right? I also had a period in the past where I was always thinking about how to make the other person feel safe, and kept putting my own feelings aside, so somehow this poem didn’t feel like someone else’s story to me.
This is a solo tightrope dance performed for an 'unloving spectator' amidst a cold, biting fog—the pages are filled with exhaustive compromises and conformity, yet between the lines lies the silent weeping of a sober soul being stripped away in pain！
Listening to your piercing lament over the morning dove calling who-ooh ooh ooh was such a delight. Thank you for your generous spirit! You have so much intentionality connecting to your readers. It inspires me to deepen my own relationships.
This is a deeply moving and hauntingly beautiful piece; that final line, “Tear ducts remember residual salt composites", so powerfully captures how the body holds onto the exhaustion of performing for a love that was never going to catch you ✨
Brandi- As a writer, I am excited that you gravitated toward the salt composite line:) But as a person who experienced it, it was definitely tiring to experience decades of doing and hoping. That is probably why it is so meaningful to me for you to read so closely and comment. Appreciate our connection:)
Thanks you @Aaliya for restacking to the community.
This is heartbreakingly beautiful ❤️🩹
Aaliya- This makes me so happy that my poem landed with you!
What stayed with me most was not the fog itself, but the quiet exhaustion beneath it.
That feeling of trying to perform love correctly, hoping tenderness might finally arrive if every movement is careful enough.
“Will you finally love me, if I perform well?” carries something painfully real inside it. That line alone opened the whole poem for me.
Antonio-Thank you for let me what you took from it. It was exhausting and painful for a long time. But writing and having readers have been so wonderful!
Very beautiful
Thank you so much, Kelly. I appreciate you letting me know:)
Hello Cynthia, you’re most welcome. Reading your is a pleasure.
Thanks so much Kelly! So wonderful to connect with you and read your work also!
Cynthia really thanks for your poem! It's really a great gift for my Saturday. Have a wonderful weekend!
That is so moving. Thanks Nick. Have a beautiful weekend!
Before I knew it, there are times when we start living like we’re walking a tightrope, adjusting ourselves to the other person’s mood or the atmosphere around them, right? I also had a period in the past where I was always thinking about how to make the other person feel safe, and kept putting my own feelings aside, so somehow this poem didn’t feel like someone else’s story to me.
Sigh…yes. Thank you so much for relating and restacking. Appreciate your support!
This is a solo tightrope dance performed for an 'unloving spectator' amidst a cold, biting fog—the pages are filled with exhaustive compromises and conformity, yet between the lines lies the silent weeping of a sober soul being stripped away in pain！
It was exhausting for a very long time. It moves me that the message resonated and landed perfectly. Appreciate your support so much, Lumi!!!
Writing is a way of healing, and your words have immense power. Take care, Cynthia, and keep shining in your own light. ✨
Thank you so much Lumi for your support!!!
Listening to your piercing lament over the morning dove calling who-ooh ooh ooh was such a delight. Thank you for your generous spirit! You have so much intentionality connecting to your readers. It inspires me to deepen my own relationships.
Thank you for such kind words Jo!
The unending longing for validation is so painful, and yet so relatable and human Cynthia.
Thank you for relating, Nabanita. Appreciate your read and understanding!!
“I clenched my heart
As thunderstorms extracted hope Keys to my eyes were hidden.” Such deep words. Thank you for such a brilliant piece.
turmoil wide and expansive like weather. pain can blur our edges; we drift into a painless void.
Gan- Thanks for adding your thoughts. Yes I agree. And somehow, writing has been so helpful to me. I appreciate you following my work!
My sweet sister fantastic work as usual I m speechless what can I say what can I thought 💭🤔🤔 I am in confusion your poetry is killer
Hi Sister! This makes so happy. To be considered a “killer” poet means so much to me especially coming from such a brilliant poet such as yourself!
No dear you are extra ordinary cute poet I really love you
This is a deeply moving and hauntingly beautiful piece; that final line, “Tear ducts remember residual salt composites", so powerfully captures how the body holds onto the exhaustion of performing for a love that was never going to catch you ✨
Brandi- As a writer, I am excited that you gravitated toward the salt composite line:) But as a person who experienced it, it was definitely tiring to experience decades of doing and hoping. That is probably why it is so meaningful to me for you to read so closely and comment. Appreciate our connection:)
I appreciate you too ✨
Thanks, Brandi!
This is really powerful. The imagery is so vivid and emotional. It really captures that sense of heaviness and longing throughout.
Hi Steena! I appreciate you letting me know what it brought up for you! Oh the decades longing….. Thank you for reading. Means more then you know!
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