Powerful and amazing. It echos life and death. Maybe of life itself or the relationship. In some ways, life is love, and you can really feel this sense of inevitable loss that stealing the light in the world of these to people as their time together comes to an end.
These words will speak to anyone who has loved and lost. Sometimes we love so hard that it squeezes all the life out of us and our lives suffer from it.
Your words are powerful…alchemising darkness, and sadness into beauty and a compassionate view of life… deeply comforting and resonating with my own life.
"I want to hold on, but it's getting dark, and I know I can't keep you anymore.” This makes me feel like I’m trying to wrap my arms around a loved one, but the darkening air all around me is impossible to grasp. The air that fills me, escapes me too. In this poem, you reveal a painful, beautiful truth.
Bella, I love this poem. I like how it’s about saying goodbye to someone and to a part of your life that wasn’t terrible but that needed to end. Recognizing that it needed to end and the pain of that realization.
Definitely would like to see you write more posts. Maybe consider compiling your notes into posts. Great stuff all around, and I’m sorry to hear about the heartbreak, but I know you’ve grown from it….[[|:-)
Oof 🥺 Thank you for your writing. It is comforting to know other people are experiencing similar things. This post popped up on my feed at the right time, today, while I am processing my own difficult “goodbye” with someone I still love and care for.
Thank you for sharing your poem, “The Sunset Is Beautiful, Isn't It?” Your poignant imagery captures the bittersweet nature of farewells, using the fading sunset as a metaphor for letting go. It's a touching reminder of how beauty and sorrow often intertwine in our experiences.
Bella, this is heartbreak written in colors and fading light. You captured that ache of loving someone even as they slip away. Some goodbyes don't feel like closure, just quiet sunsets we never wanted to watch alone.
Powerful and amazing. It echos life and death. Maybe of life itself or the relationship. In some ways, life is love, and you can really feel this sense of inevitable loss that stealing the light in the world of these to people as their time together comes to an end.
These words will speak to anyone who has loved and lost. Sometimes we love so hard that it squeezes all the life out of us and our lives suffer from it.
This speaks to the soul and also the heart.
Your words are powerful…alchemising darkness, and sadness into beauty and a compassionate view of life… deeply comforting and resonating with my own life.
I admire your depth and sensitivity 🙏🏼
"I want to hold on, but it's getting dark, and I know I can't keep you anymore.” This makes me feel like I’m trying to wrap my arms around a loved one, but the darkening air all around me is impossible to grasp. The air that fills me, escapes me too. In this poem, you reveal a painful, beautiful truth.
Aw,, thanks a lot john. I so appreciate this comment
You captured the feeling perfectly. ❤️
Thanks Steph❤️❤️
Bella, I love this poem. I like how it’s about saying goodbye to someone and to a part of your life that wasn’t terrible but that needed to end. Recognizing that it needed to end and the pain of that realization.
Definitely would like to see you write more posts. Maybe consider compiling your notes into posts. Great stuff all around, and I’m sorry to hear about the heartbreak, but I know you’ve grown from it….[[|:-)
Oof 🥺 Thank you for your writing. It is comforting to know other people are experiencing similar things. This post popped up on my feed at the right time, today, while I am processing my own difficult “goodbye” with someone I still love and care for.
My wife and I joke about a woman who came into her spa. She said it was a pretty sunset. The woman said, “I’ve never seen a sunset I liked”
Aloha!
Your words carry so much weight, like the final flicker of light before night fully takes over. 🤗
Thank you for sharing your poem, “The Sunset Is Beautiful, Isn't It?” Your poignant imagery captures the bittersweet nature of farewells, using the fading sunset as a metaphor for letting go. It's a touching reminder of how beauty and sorrow often intertwine in our experiences.
Bella, this is heartbreak written in colors and fading light. You captured that ache of loving someone even as they slip away. Some goodbyes don't feel like closure, just quiet sunsets we never wanted to watch alone.
Aw… This comment made my day.
Beautiful. ✨
I find moving on almost next to impossible.
Lovely words, Bella.
I hated letting go.
Thankie Orla❤️❤️
Was always a sunrise guy. Beautiful poetry. Also, pays to remember every sunset turns into a sunrise if one can survive the night. All the best!
Oh Bella! How I feel this!
Aw.. Thankr a lot J❤️❤️
Beautifully written Bella. So tough to let go sometimes, even when you know you have to.