Darkspots

Our childhood lingers around the dark coners of our minds waiting to rob us of our present.
Excellent write.

hugs,
buddhakitty.

Spot-on buddhakitty 😉 Thank you.

The childhood time, friends, love, mischief and stealing moments to fool around are unforgettable.

KS.

The structure really brings out the reflective aspect
of the piece.

I think there are different things
that can be derived, here.

Something that stands out to me, is the idea
of society creating the disease and selling the cure.

Or just the predatory nature of consumerism.

How there is no empathy or humanity...

There is only exploitation and manipulation.

...or maybe it's Maybelline!

Love the direction you took this in; it's latent with metaphor that points directly at the emotion behind this poem. Great observations! Thanks Cipher_O.

Dear N,

I truly enjoyed the way you’ve recalled the memories and smells of encapsulated moments in time. You’ve set the scene so wonderfully I recalled my sister doing the same thing! And now we’re both comparing the benefits and disadvantages of certain face creams. Great write. H🌷

Thanks for touching on this write, Honoria.

My sister taught me the most about skin and hair care, so it's ironic that the spot she burned me on my forehead as a child has now produced a dark 'age' spot. I microneedle and apply serums, and recall the burning emotions I've always held toward her.

Battle scars remain thru time such as memories, well captured

Yes just exactly this, Tim! Even as a child, I always wore my battle scars as a badge of honor; something to be proud of, that I could 'take it'. I wonder why I thought I had to be so tough? Thanks for reading me, friend.

Aging really take personal reflection for acceptance of self and things that we'll no longer accept from others which may cause us harm: emotionally and mentally. I felt this


-Charles

Accepting self and no longer accepting mistreatment... you really got the message. Thank you for seeing so clearly, Charles, your feedback is always appreciated.