It's funny how grey of any nature - cloud, paint, walls - literally hems us in. Suffocatingly so. It has a numbing effect of brain, consciousness, feeling, general dislocation. The sea within is lost in the sea of it. The turning tides of brighter washes will renew the human spirit again. Very controlled writing that plumbs the hidden depths. xx

I love your poetry and your metaphors...may these emotions
that you have expressed give you a better clarity of what
you have gone through...

Always,

Deborah

Such depth of awareness in your words, and motion and expansion.
Blessings, Christine

Love the meaning of your poem.. It is hard having seeing the light, be surrounded by it; then suddenly trapped in a cage of darkness.. Then again, you trust your path.. Until light pulls youback to peace, compassion, and.bliss..

Poignant and revealing Axilea. We face internal struggles for purpose and survival. A reason and the will to return to the halcyon days when life wore our purpose and the sun always rose upon our face. Time and circumstance rearrange the priorities for us. I have not read your work for a long time but feel welcomed by your work as an old comforting friend. May love and peace be always with you my friend. Jon Michael

~Axilea~
Brilliant colours to appear for you once and "again"
Fine writing dear Axilea.

Lady Mary Ann

As I read I, sense someone going through great emotional trauma and gradually coming out of it. But then, I'm often wrong in my interpretations.

Ron

Your verses certainly awaken thoughts, Axilea. They urge me to reflect upon my life. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,

Regis

If only there were more inclined to contemplate their own tug-a-war as you have, to consider the multiple ways to progress beyond survival and into the realm of creating another era for oneself. Well penned.

A gain, angst, against, again. That's ripped script, straight from the center of you. What do you do when your inner sea dries up? Muscles wither. Do misses it's "d", and becomes a zero. And because "be" is the ultimate in all verb-power, nothing exists without it--not really--just matter, unorganized.

Imagine have with be in it. What ooo you get? Behave. Do with be "be"comes BeDoo. Every good thing is made better by that verb. I've contemplated long and hard on it, and am(a be word) convinced that it is by far the most important word/verb in any language.

Love it, Axilea! --Charlie