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Constructive feedback wanted please ,Tear it apart I appreciate honesty

Posted by Ailsa Wright on 7/26/2025 7:47:52 PM
BEAUTY IN THE AFTERMATH Could never predict, In any way, What would unfold, Throughout each day. Walking on eggshells, Living in fear, Stuck in survival, Declining every year. Constantly torn between, Fight or flight, Until it erupted, Changing everything overnight. Now or never, Said the voice, Without a doubt, Knew my choice. Didn't know how, I'd ever cope, But never once, Gave up hope. I battled alone, Jumped through hoops, Could never win, Rotating in loops. Assigned to support, Instead got worse, Weighing me down, Like some curse. Fed empty promises, Hoping I'd believe, Unlucky for them, Wasn't that naive. Reaching my limits, Couldn't fight anymore, Made them leave Out my door. Taking back control, Standing my ground, Was never lost, Didn't need found. Choosing to pave, My own path, By creating beauty, In the aftermath.

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Comment by Justine Fraser on 7/27/2025 3:08:11 PM

it must be a glitch in the system - many others like this. I found the poem on your homepage or whatever it's called. I really like it. It conveys a great sense of strength, hope and finally victory. I feel the final verse doesn't stand out enough though, when it's the main point. Maybe look at the use of commas.


Comment by Ailsa Wright on 7/26/2025 10:54:06 PM

Can someone please just delete this post


Comment by Ailsa Wright on 7/26/2025 10:49:44 PM

BEAUTY IN THE AFTERMATH Could never predict, In any way, What would unfold, Throughout each day. Walking on eggshells, Living in fear, Stuck in survival, Declining every year. Constantly torn between, Fight or flight, Until it erupted, Changing everything overnight. Now or never, Said the voice, Without a doubt, Knew my choice. Didn't know how, I'd ever cope, But never once, Gave up hope. I battled alone, Jumped through hoops, Could never win, Rotating in loops. Assigned to support, Instead got worse, Weighing me down, Like some curse. Fed empty promises, Hoping I'd believe, Unlucky for them, Wasn't so naive. Reaching my limits, Couldn't fight anymore, Made them leave , Out my door. Taking back control, Standing my ground, Wasn't ever lost , Didnt need found . Started walking along, My own path, Creating something beautiful, In the aftermath.


Comment by Justine Fraser on 7/26/2025 10:30:47 PM

I've no idea. This is what I did: I copied my poem from my computer, and, when I tried to paste it here, another pop-up box appeared and said to paste in the box. So I did and it appeared!


Comment by Ailsa Wright on 7/26/2025 8:41:58 PM

Thank you for making me aware, no it's actually not. I've tried editing but unfortunately it keeps reverting back to this . I'm not sure how to fix this?


Comment by Justine Fraser on 7/26/2025 8:13:27 PM

Is this in the right format? If not, could you repost?



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