|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|Remembering is essential, isn't it. In every case, loss of memory is the worst thing. Sometimes, it can produce a feeling of fake security, but it generally doesn't last. One thing that makes us human is the notion of past, present and future. Recovering our past is an important step against dehumanizing trauma, I believe.
Beautifully written, with soft, smooth rhythm.
You may want to read my poem "Bits and Pieces".
All the best,
|Reviewed by K. Mulroney
|Darkness was a friend to me as a kid because I could hide better, or so I thought. At least I could get lost in there for awhile. Great piece and I wish you would write more. Need to see more. MORE i TELL YA! Oops, lost myself for a minute. I'm not normally so OUTSPOKEN (That's not emtirely true, but it sounded good.)|
|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|It's because of Lack of TRUST!
YOu speak of darkness so well STan!
A gem I will treasure! and savor!
Your heart is so good STAN!
Warm Light, Love and Peace! Warrior PURPLE Lady Sheeeoox
|Reviewed by twinklewrites at her desk (Reader)
|Stan, such sadness,very caring and loving write...Peace and Love, Peggy|
|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|So very true for those children that have been abuse. A heartfelt write.|
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Reviewed by Walt Hardester
|anessa said it best...
what lies between the lines...
what daytime abuse brought on the nightime fears....
Very thought provoking write my Fellow poet..
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|Powerful and a great poem!|
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|Extremely interesting read, agreed, very deep.
|Reviewed by Southern Comfort
|Can you read my mind and heart? I can so relate to this beautiful and caring write. You are truly a beautiful man with a lovin heart. SC|
|Reviewed by blue soplain
|this is heavy in its tone and the space between the lines isolates us, puts us even more ....alone, hopeless.. .hauntingly so. ..darkness from without makes way for the darkening of our spirits as well; and from withIN is much more terrifying.. .these children [as we all once were; children] cannot shake the obsidian off of their skins, and what would happen if they COULD remember how the darkness came to be so frightening? either it would assuage their fears of heighten them. ..the hope of this is that they still soldier on; the power of blind faith perhaps? being 'still' is hard, even in the strongest of us; but i hope perseverance will be their triumph in the end; despite this suffocating empty black.. .
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|A powerful write Stan.|