The Artifact

beautiful Nightbird i'm so grateful you are free
go forward now and put those artifacts on a shelf
as trophies of your warrior spirit..

love & hugs..

Brenda

Such a beautiful comment! Thank you so much lovely Brenda, your love and support helped me greatly along the way to finally make the decision to escape the cage I was in and spread my wings =)

Much love and hugs dear friend <3

Well-placed repetition is a wonderful tool for poety, and I love what you did here at the end, it made the entire thing <3

I don't know your pain, but I'm so very glad you survived. Keep writing homegirl.

Aw AtoMik your comments warmed my heart <3 Thank you for your encouraging words poetess, much love =)

The battle to feel ongoing but the warrior fighter as you obviously are will always have the higher ground
Always to be victorious  
Because you survived to be here telling us all
Blessed are those that gain strength through written word.

I feel even further empowered by your understanding Rose, thank you so much for such impassioned remarks poetess <3

expression...
excellent metaphor dear NBB! delivered so well
it affected and effected.
Some death, is just the beginning, for the death of the pain itself is a painful process itself.

keep flying. like you did!

Very wise cold_fusion, it is quite a process but I find I am slowly healing. Thank you for you support dear friend!

Ah! But you did! And look at you now.

In facing the past, we truly see how far we've come.

May Love continue to heal you, my friend. 💕

I had rediscovered an old conversation, an attempt to describe what I lived with 4 years ago. It could have applied to a year ago, 2 years ago, 8 years ago. It was somewhat shocking to realize, and only reaffirmed the sad truth.

But within a matter of months of leaving the past behind, I have grown so much further from it all. That's the best part =)

Thank you for your blessings Ahavati <3

Your metaphor of archaeology is absolutely perfect here. You, lovely nightbird, not only survived, but I can see you thriving and claiming your own with strength and power. Take the lessons and leave the rest behind. So many hugs for this heartbreaking and empowering write  :-)

...Willow

The biggest lesson I have learned is to never give away my power, and to love myself enough to know what is and what is NOT true love. I may have learned the hard way, but I will never forget this. Thank you for your gracious support kind Willow, many hugs <3

I think of myself in thirds. My shadow is always focused on the past and holding it is like living in a tomb. My fire is always thirsting for the future, the next discovery, the next incarnation I will take when inspiration births from me an epic write. Then in the middle is my ordinary everyday self, living in the now, which is the only true eternity I think.

Enjoyed your metaphors here, they are clear and elucidate your message with grace and subtlety.

Thank you for sharing such perspective! It's interesting to ponder this type of trinity within oneself, I rather enjoyed this contemplation. And such metaphor came quite organically, building upon itself more than I even intended by the end. I appreciate your comments =)

I am beginning to start to believe that the past should stay in the past if at all possible - The fact that you survived bare testimony  to your intellect, Understanding and strength - you are a force of nature and i have total faith in you <3 <3

excellent write as always :-)))))))) Love you loads - lots of warm hugs incoming <3 <3 :-))))))

The past can really teach us but I agree, it is better left behind. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, especially with the love and support of others who understand and can see the beauty that lies within =)

Bluebird, I may not know of your personal struggle but I do know of mine as well others and this write confirms my daily thought, I was the lucky one at least I made it out alive when so many perished. You  have crafted true Badassery in this. Wishing you all the best life has to offer, Mad Mad Respect,
Shadow☯️

Thank you kindly for your enthused response Shadow, it is much appreciated to know I am not alone ✌️

"Tonight I am an archeologist
Rediscovering old tombs"
... I reckon there are no two better opening lines anyone could write when broaching the subject and pain of past trauma. Be kind to yourself.

Thank you kind sir, this poem and Bedside Prayer were me finally finding closure.

Your feedback is so on-point, I’m glad that you were able to decipher the meaning and feeling that moved me to write this. It’s always great to be able to connect with others! Thank you, I appreciate you 🙏