Rea, this felt like walking straight into the underworld with a lantern and somehow coming back with… wisdom? scars? a whole new spine? The way you turn pain into something sacred is wild — like alchemy with teeth. This was intense in the best, beautifully-burning way.
This is such a powerful poem; in fact have you ever thought of putting together a book of your poetry? You write so well. This poem really resonated with me because I have suffered losses and have been feeling them a lot lately. Thank you.
If you have a large collection, you can pitch it to an agent that helps people publish poetry, specifically the type of poetry that you create. You can find agents on agentquery.com. Conversely, you can self-publish through Amazon. Just some ideas.
The places from where we rise. Powerful words, Rea.
Thank you, Stephen.
Oh my word…. the lifeblood of your poetry today, was / felt like truth, itself!
An amazing piece of writing. 🙏
I’m so pleased it moved you. Mark. 🙏🫶
Yes it did, 🙏
“A wretched worshipper of hedonism
Ruled by the ego in every choice I made”. Yes.
How astonishing when we wake up from that trance.
Rea, this felt like walking straight into the underworld with a lantern and somehow coming back with… wisdom? scars? a whole new spine? The way you turn pain into something sacred is wild — like alchemy with teeth. This was intense in the best, beautifully-burning way.
It was a burning of the old me. A lovely way to put it. Thank you.
Extremely powerful. A beautifully written poem of redemption as the recreation of the self.
Thank you, Stephanie. I appreciate your reaction to it. 🧡
So true the hard places bring great growth and unexpected beauty loking back
Growth in unexpected ways. 🩷
Wow. Meisie. Waar van daan het hierdie woorde gekom? just incredible. 💞
Dankie, Brenda. It was the hell I survived when I lost my beautiful son. 💞
I could read that through the words. Rea you are an incredible woman. 💞
I’m a crazy woman. 😁
Wow Rea, this is profound .
It was a life-changing catharsis, Terry.
Looking forward to that coffee one day
Me too, it will be a huge pot of coffee.
What a journey you've had! This was evocative and emotional for me. Love, V.
Thank you, Virg. It was a crazy ride. Much love.
Rea,
This is such a powerful poem; in fact have you ever thought of putting together a book of your poetry? You write so well. This poem really resonated with me because I have suffered losses and have been feeling them a lot lately. Thank you.
Beth,
I am thinking about that, but I have no idea how to do it.
Thank you, my friend! ❤️
If you have a large collection, you can pitch it to an agent that helps people publish poetry, specifically the type of poetry that you create. You can find agents on agentquery.com. Conversely, you can self-publish through Amazon. Just some ideas.
Thank you, Beth. I will have a look at it. ❤️🙏
This poem is a descent into anguish, yet it treats suffering as a doorway to truth.
Hell is not spectacle here, but a crucible where illusions are burned away.
The tearing of the heart becomes paradoxical pain that still pulses with sacred rhythm.
Madness exposes the spirit’s depth, stripping away the masks of survival and self‑deception.
Loss is reframed as revelation, showing tenderness born from wounds that refuse to close.
Love appears as altar and offering, a surrender that transforms agony into devotion.
The ego shatters, leaving fragments that no longer imprison but invite renewal.
Brokenness is not ruin it is the raw material of a new spiritual design.
Destruction becomes divine, a necessary dismantling of the false self.
In the end, the poem whispers that even in hell, rebirth waits in the ruins.
Thank you for the lovely conclusion of my poem, Adrião!
Entering into the throat of your demons, to reclaim your soul once more.
Powerful words Rea. I wish you courage in the battle.
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Thank you, Ann. I survived. ❤️
Dante is so prevalent here. Lovely.
Thank God I didn’t meet Satan, only my own insanity.
Yes, well.
Thank you, Christopher.