I do not do poetry but I write quite a bit, and have done so my entire life. I think I mentioned once that I have more to share. Maybe this is the beginning.
I have had a long few years and am beginning to uncover what I have been throwing shovels of dirt on for too long.
Thank you, for understanding the feeling I wanted to instill in the reader.
Thank you for always being here to comment and lift me up.
I can really feel the memories coming out and whilst it may not be easy to hold, I am truly here with you as you uncover the past.
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PS. That was your voice? Loved hearing the words spoken!
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PPS. I don’t do poetry either… or I never used — read or write it — until I came here.
Over my time here, I’ve found I was finding a tighter and more poetic shape in some of my writing was forming — just from the words themselves. I still don’t really see me as writing poety yet, but maybe that doesn’t matter either.
Yes, that was my voice. Considering I spend my life speaking on a microphone or in front of groups, I thought I could use it. Looking at a laptop is a bit strange so I will have to improve that!
This poem is truly powerful. It reminds us that we don’t need to apologize for our pain, weaknesses, or emotions...only for the mistakes that actually hurt others. Such a beautiful and impactful message!
No más. The scary thing is , my mother tried to teach me the opposite. She was always ahead of her time so I am grateful. But, society teaches us this. The other day I almost caught myself apologizing for the changes in my physical body. What the absolute hell?
Margaret, I’ve been sitting with this since lunchtime, waiting for a moment when I could be at my keyboard and give it the attention it deserves.
There’s something extraordinarily powerful here, especially knowing this isn’t your usual mode of writing.
It reads less like a poem and more like a long-withheld permission finally spoken out loud.
Line after line releases another kind of inherited apology — for the body, for survival, for speaking, for not being smaller than pain demanded.
What makes it beautiful isn’t ornament or technique, but the steadiness of the voice.
Nothing is asking to be forgiven here anymore.
It feels earned, honest, and quietly liberating — the kind of piece that doesn’t shout, but changes how you stand after reading it.
Beautifully powerful and raw.
Thank you for sharing and looking forward to more 😊
Your words fall on me like a cleansing rainfall.
I do not do poetry but I write quite a bit, and have done so my entire life. I think I mentioned once that I have more to share. Maybe this is the beginning.
I have had a long few years and am beginning to uncover what I have been throwing shovels of dirt on for too long.
Thank you, for understanding the feeling I wanted to instill in the reader.
Thank you for always being here to comment and lift me up.
Thank you so much too for writing @MargaretGypsy.
I can really feel the memories coming out and whilst it may not be easy to hold, I am truly here with you as you uncover the past.
ㅤ
PS. That was your voice? Loved hearing the words spoken!
ㅤ
PPS. I don’t do poetry either… or I never used — read or write it — until I came here.
Over my time here, I’ve found I was finding a tighter and more poetic shape in some of my writing was forming — just from the words themselves. I still don’t really see me as writing poety yet, but maybe that doesn’t matter either.
Yes, that was my voice. Considering I spend my life speaking on a microphone or in front of groups, I thought I could use it. Looking at a laptop is a bit strange so I will have to improve that!
Thank you!
Powerful AF
Thank you!!!!
This poem is truly powerful. It reminds us that we don’t need to apologize for our pain, weaknesses, or emotions...only for the mistakes that actually hurt others. Such a beautiful and impactful message!
Thank you for receiving the message I wanted to portray!!
Beautiful words ♥️
Gracias!!
De nada 🤗
Love this! I can relate. I was raised to always apologize. No más! Gracias. ❤️
No más. The scary thing is , my mother tried to teach me the opposite. She was always ahead of her time so I am grateful. But, society teaches us this. The other day I almost caught myself apologizing for the changes in my physical body. What the absolute hell?
Para adelante, mija!
Deeply moving
Thank you.
Such a raw and intimate confession, MG.
I feel so much of what you said.
Thank you for sharing.
Gracias a ti, amigo.