The riddle

powerful write dearest Liam
this is speaking directly to my soul
I'm afraid there are tolls for me no matter what I do now
however I know it could get worse should I not take heed...

it's hard when even the God of your youth is a stranger to your mind
because it's rife with delusion...

I do know one thing for sure when I thought I could take no more
I prayed the God of my youth would return
and I would simply be a child of his kingdom again...

soon after it was so and the voices stilled...

sorry it's my turn to say my apologies for going on
just wanted you to know your effect...

love Brenda 💕

Glad it helped this ol beast isnt doing so great

I'm sorry to hear that dearest Liam
our minds are precious
it's so incredibly frightening knowing how vulnerable
we are when it's working poorly
I pray your faith sees you through the storm ❤

Milton said it best, Liam: The mind can make a hell of heaven or a heaven of hell.  The choice is always ours. May we each have the strength to choose heaven from the hell we periodically fall into.   Cathartic poetry such as this is but one way up the ladder from the pit.

Whats up big man. Glad you got me started. Call me brother dont get consumed. Brothers in arms no matter what side of the ocean.

Dear L,

This work makes me think when we feel at our loneliest those who love us best surround us.

Once again, you have penned a raw and oh so universally relatable piece. Rest my friend.
H🌷

Hey, Liam

There was a heart that I felt in your comment on my "i am resolved."  Remember what I said in response to your comment?  Here it is:  
"It takes a benevolent mind to think as you do."

Now that I've landed on your canvas, I see that mind in living colour.  Goodness, you are for real, like some of us who agonise daily over the strain of darkness!  Of course, you already know, by the leading of your own mind, how I feel about how you feel.

This "riddle" is a rather introspective bit of poetry -- raw, earthy, real, and unconcealed.  Here's a riddle that comes with its own solution:

"You want to see demons cower
Start doing whats right stop catering their power"

You offer "the key back to [the] soul."

That's like growing eyes that look for justice just because you have experienced your own share of injustice.  The entire lyricism of your poem moves it along as a balm for the soul.

Sincerely

cab

good golly this this just great and the last lines...
Here's the key back to your soul
Up to you to set it free or pay their toll


mic drop...amazing ink

Thank you kindly ms. James. What does mic drop mean?

its a figure of speech. means your closed down the house. Nothing more needs to be said. You've never seen this?

No i must be old lol