A Moment With the Truth, if You Please

Dear L,

Insomnia really does suck.  I see, however, you use your awake time way more productively than I ever could and your poem reflects that.  I find strength in your words “stepping over glass isn’t really my thing anymore”. The visual of plowing through a situation with guns a-blazing and not taking crap anymore is powerful.  For me “anyway”.  Thanks for the uplift today. Awesome write.
H 🌷

I’m so glad you found resonance in my words.  Thank you, Honoria.

When starting a poem with "tread lightly" I feel like I've already been warned...
Insomnia does suck, whether it's having a hard time falling asleep or waking up in early hours, but hopefully you took to writing during this time. It's so difficult to relax when a thousand things are running through  your head.

Great write.

Thank you so much, Wally!

I love the flow and stanza play, along with the actual words. It's heavy, as if written completely within a sigh.

It absolutely was.  Thank you so much for reading my words.

So much forward to move through

Indeed, Loki.  

Fisted hands cannot receive.

That right there is a poem in and of itself. Very astute self-observations, Luna. Excellent kick-off!

Thank you so much, Ahavati xo

You take me into a world I know so well and you do it with finesse.  Love how you described the experience with a poem that isn't obvious. That takes expertise with language and a gift with the metaphor that transcends ordinary poetry. Love what you wrote here.

John

Thank you so much, John!