This is truly so beautiful. I loved your use of metaphors and the raw anger and sadness the formation of the words made me feel. the way you write is so intimate and it reminds me of some of my own poems. my favorite part was when you wrote, "in another world, where I wasn't a blood forged fig; and everything wasn't forever my fault." I was never sure how to put that feeling into words, but your writing described it so beautifully!!
Oo, spooky. It's always such a fun surprise to come across shelters or formations like that while out in the woods. Did you bring the decor, or find it like that?
Funny how we can grow to feel that way, nostalgic for a time so long gone by. I suppose without having lived through an age -- or even if we have lived through it, when enough time has passed -- we begin to remember the good parts without the bad. Maybe this is what the phrase "rose-colored glasses" is for. Whether that's the case or not, I think I'll join you in your daydreams, drifting through the decades.
The inspiration you took from the animal kingdom is original, and provides so much softness. I read this in my head in such a gentle voice. This plea from child to mother is tangible and real, something easily understood: There comes a time for most of us when we're ready to leave the nest, be set free, and yet we can only hope we don't hurt someone who has nurtured us with care and attention. Lovely work!
This is truly so beautiful. I loved your use of metaphors and the raw anger and sadness the formation of the words made me feel. the way you write is so intimate and it reminds me of some of my own poems. my favorite part was when you wrote, "in another world, where I wasn't a blood forged fig; and everything wasn't forever my fault." I was never sure how to put that feeling into words, but your writing described it so beautifully!!
This is amazing. It makes me angry, for you and for me and for all the other women in the world who are not being heard the way they deserve.
This made me cry
real
i actually already read this and its why i got into memoir! excellent taste :)
Thank you!!
Oo, spooky. It's always such a fun surprise to come across shelters or formations like that while out in the woods. Did you bring the decor, or find it like that?
Funny how we can grow to feel that way, nostalgic for a time so long gone by. I suppose without having lived through an age -- or even if we have lived through it, when enough time has passed -- we begin to remember the good parts without the bad. Maybe this is what the phrase "rose-colored glasses" is for. Whether that's the case or not, I think I'll join you in your daydreams, drifting through the decades.
The inspiration you took from the animal kingdom is original, and provides so much softness. I read this in my head in such a gentle voice. This plea from child to mother is tangible and real, something easily understood: There comes a time for most of us when we're ready to leave the nest, be set free, and yet we can only hope we don't hurt someone who has nurtured us with care and attention. Lovely work!
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it!