Lost

unfortunately........I totally relate.....

however,

only the lost can be found........

SO true Alon...

I will try to remember that.

Fire

Girl....
I feel every word youre saying...
I have had so much tragedy here  lately...
so much pain....
spo much bullshit.... that it is even to much for me
to keep the facade up.....
I am crumbling....but I kno eventualy
I will be ok.
Thank you rfor yo9r encouraging words
Fire

very nice write,love the first stanza
sean

Lost and exposed ...open for the world viewing, you are a master.
Unfortunate, the only way to be found , is to be lost. In being found, we must be open...
lovely Fire

Soul sister, you draw me into the past. Your words bring back so many stories, so many faces from childhood forward.

Your journey has been too long Fiery Phoenix woman. To be reborn too many times, to recreate one's own self in the same lifetime...

The second law of thermodynamics is that energy is always lost. Entropy or disorder always increases. Kind of like how stone recidivists keep returning to the scene of their crimes, to rehab, to the joint. Rebuild from pieces and eventually those same pieces just don't fit the same way they used to. Ground down some.

I call you soul sister because that's the glue that I always felt holding your fractured pieces together. The souls of everyone you've impacted or come to empathic touch with.

Wish I could shore up your strength some.

Fire my sister,you are most certainly a flame burning bright in life's inky blackness,never let that flame go out.

Red

Oh, my Fire…Lost is a heartfelt and emotionally breaking piece for me to read coming from you. Know that you are not alone and that your words have given great inspiration and guidance to those of us at our low points. Unfortunately, I feel I can relate to every emotion in this piece and somehow, knowing that you are broken (in any way) makes me wish I could send an instant repair of every hurt, of every suffering, of all that feels wrong, is bad and that just doesn’t belong in you.
Needless to say, your poem is beautiful as is the torch you behold my dear sister girl.

Ryte...
tears are dripping down my face after reading your sentiments....


Thank you so much for caring enough
to be as sweet and genuine as you are.
xoxo

Fire

Much love to you my sister...