|Reviewed by Chanti Niven
|This is the first time I've read this poem. I've been catching up on all that I've missed. I know that you've reached my answering machine and that makes me feel sad. I picked up the messages after you left them and was frustrated that you'd tried me at times when I was not able to take your calls. I know that you must have felt that I was withdrawing but this is not true. I tried to be a support through all the trauma you went through. It was hard knowing that you were suffering so much and feeling helpless to do more than be an ear and pray. You must have felt abandoned when during your darkest hour, I was no longer around. I've been going through my own stuff but you were always in my thoughts and my prayers Stevie as you are now. Please accept my apologies.
The poem is superb as is all your work and seen now in the light of your later more positive poems, I am proud of how far you've come. Nobody can keep a good man down. Stand tall and keep the faith.
With love from a distant but caring friend... Chanti
|Reviewed by Pier Tyler
|With so many stars in this lonely state, why is it that all the lonely stars can't find each other? Don't give up, never. Today may be "the" day. If not today, keep tomorrow ever looking. Your star is nearer than you think.|
|Reviewed by Debra Barone
|Stevie....it is now Good Friday. This poem speaks so much of heart ache; but if we do not feel pain how can we ever realize joy?|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|after the fall we have but little choice but to look up ... be well ...|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|The healing of this is within you, Stevie. Believe me. I have to convince myself of this as well. Take care of yourself. Love, peace and strength to you. Regis|
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|Suicide is the devil's lair, laughing as he snatches our golden souls. I have known people who it was said struggled to live after making that decision, not able to loose the rope around their necks or vomit the poison before it entered their bloodstreams. And others who were playing at death with what they thought was an empty gun. Damn it, life is precious! We do not have the right to take it. Don't even joke at this Steven! Don't base your self-worth on someone else. Love yourself as God loves you. Why would He create a genius just to see him take his own life as if it were shite. Your hope is right here in front of you. You are a writer. You are here to inspire the world. Yes, it can be a dark and cold place. That is why it needs YOU. Don't deny yourself or the world your destiny. Had to give you some tough love, Steven. No woman on earth is worth your life. Most everyone here can tell you horror stories of what they've been through in their lives. They are still here and stronger for it. What makes you the exception?! Felix just gave you a few good reasons to persevere...|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|This is a beautiful write Steven but I sure hope it is not based on reality. You have a talent that is too special to waste it on suicide as you suggested it was meant for. I am sure that of the million stars in the sky if you give it time another will rise in your favour and your poetry will smile once more. Hang in there brother.
|Reviewed by Edwin Larson
|Well Done!! I read this over a few times and enjoyed it more with each read..Good job..
|Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
|Well find another star and latch onto it. Because this is a real masterpiece of your poetry. Sometimes the fall from one star means you land on another. Be well Steve.|