Thank you, thank you, thank you, so much for reading and taking the time to comment. As a new writer, I thrive on any feedback and I am so grateful for yours.
I have to think of how to put being sprayed in the face with pepper spray during training into prose now.
I'm right there with you so I completely understand... but don't give up... write for yourself and be yourself. The rest will happen on its own... At least, I keep telling myself that. 😊
Thank you, thank you, thank you, so much for reading and taking the time to comment. As a new writer, I thrive on any feedback and I am so grateful for yours.
I have to think of how to put being sprayed in the face with pepper spray during training into prose now.
As ever,
Shayne
I'm right there with you so I completely understand... but don't give up... write for yourself and be yourself. The rest will happen on its own... At least, I keep telling myself that. 😊
Shayne, this hit like a punch and lingered like a bruise (pun intended).
Not just a poem — a reckoning.
You laid bare the quiet violence of being underestimated,
the dignity in pain, and the strength it takes to ask the question.
"Who won?"
Powerful, composed, unforgettable.