Dread

sorry beautiful ❤️

I'm sorry that's what I meant to say my mind isn't working right either...

Thank u 💜

Thank you much for your kindness. It is devastatingly awful.

Sending out healing energy, dear lady.  
 
I empathize and can relate in many ways to your dread and despair. The harsh realities by the ravages of time compounded with a diagnosed sickness is a brutal and dire gut-punch combination. Take it all day to day while trying not to overwhelm yourself. Breathe and if possible really try to remember to take care of yourself and your needs, too. There's often a real tendency to lose yourself in the care of another, especially a parent.  
 
Your pen evokes these struggles and this painful cruelty you and your loved ones have been unfortunately dealt with in such an apropos and moving way ... I can feel all the intended emotion. It's loud and achingly clear.  
 
Excellent poeting, Debbie. - 🙏🏻  
 
Thinking of you.... (hugs)  
🌹💙  
B

You made me cry happy tears for your kindness. I didn't think anyone would even read it because it's more me just speaking than a spiced up poem.
This site has been a really nice distraction and I'm an avid online chess player. I get out for walks when I can.

I'm only living in the moment, for survival against the what ifs. Thx so much for always lifting my spirits. 🖤

Btw, gorgeous pic

Awww, thanks... It's an AI generated rendering of my selfies... It's what artificial intelligence crafted: me as Amine!! hahaha.... (I was overjoyed at the killer cleavage/bigger boobs it gave me!! Yessss! )

;)

You look hot!
I know from your words, you also have a beautiful soul.

I need cleavage enhancement, 😊

Your title set the tone for your poem and those first two lines made my heart sink.  I'm sorry to hear about your mom.  Sending my best wishes.

LJ

Thank you so much. Dread is prob my most hated emotion. I had my own severe dread of life from depression that I recovered from. But now the dread is back. It just non stop eats away at you.
Thank you for your kindness 🙂

The second stanza spoke volumes to me. I love your “me just speaking,” dear poetess. My hugs and comforting vibes being sent your way.

Thanks so much for the love. Sometimes when you just speak honestly, no fancy words, it speaks volumes. Your comment made me smile. 💜

Thanks so much for sharing that. I'm so sorry you had to go through that too. I'm trying to take care of myself. I just try to remain in the moment, not one step ahead, only way I can survive.
Have a great night

A witness to an unravelling is not a good highway to travel.

It's a highway to hell. Trying to give my mom best quality of life. Not easy. Thx for reading

🖤 thank you so much for writing that for me. You described what I'm feeling so well. My heart is in my throat. And thank you for adding last part...of strength. I'm going to read it again and again. You are extraordinary.

Dread. I linked that word to anxiety. It's how I felt when I was asked to look after someone else's dogs whilst they went away on holiday. I managed the 12 days of walking & feeding them but the unease I felt was heavy on my mind. I remember thinking, I wish they weren't going on holiday so that I could get out of it but I didn't want to let them down cos kennel costs are high. I might send you a preview of my anxiety poem actually.

Yup dread is heavy duty anxiety. I'd love to preview your poem.

How very sad but so well written. I can feel the agony in every word.

Thank you for reading. I wanted to give words to agony so someone else might not feel so alone......
Have a lovely day. 🌺

Wow,

Very hard hitting D, the honesty is appreciated. The rawness is palpable. Fair play.

Regards,
BITS

That is honestly how raw I felt/ feel.
I keep a journal, maybe someday I will do a memoir of these dark times. Thanks so much for your comments, so nice of you to stop bye.