Moving
in slow motion
The exertion
to shake off the
lethargy
exhausting
Poet’s Corner
These Are My Wishes For You
*This is a quote that my BFF gave to me years ago. I’ve always treasured it and I keep it on my fridge with a magnet. Once in a while I will remember to stop and read it. I did that yesterday. Every time I do this, it stops me in my tracks. A wonderful and beautiful sentiment. I want to share this beautiful wish with you. May your life always be as blessed.
These Are My Wishes For You–
“May you find serenity and tranquility in a world you may not always understand.
May a kind word, a reassuring touch, and a warm smile be yours every day of your life, and may you give these gifts as well as receive them.
May you find time in each day to see the beauty and love in the world around you.
May you find enough inner strength to determine your own worth by yourself, and not be dependent on other’s judgement of your accomplishments.
May you always feel loved.”
-Sandra Sturtz
Belly of the Beast
It’s subtle, but it’s there. The chasm opens wide ready to swallow. If I don’t keep my wits about me, I’ll end up in the belly of the beast. I feel it.
I question the reasons why. The retribution we must pay. Will it ever be enough? Or will the demons demand a higher price?
I deny the despondency, turning toward the light, I hold tight to the hope of tomorrow.
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
Taste
Memories fade.
As do the
shadows.
Today marks yet
another sunrise
without you.
Most would say
the pain has
dimmed.
Most would be right.
Not today.
Today,
I still
taste
your
kiss.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
The Up Side of Feeling Down
As my last couple of posts have reflected, I’ve been feeling down, bummed out, blue, whatever you want to call it. My spirits are better. I think I’m over the worst and am finally coming out the other side.
Familiar
It surrounds me
holds me.
It comforts.
It’s familiar.
It knows me,
intimately.
Reality
kept at bay.
This is
better.
Safe.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
Demon’s Descent
I feel the descent. I’m teetering on the edge of the abyss. Falling. Yet, grasping the rim. Holding on to the light.
I feel as if I’ve been kicked in the chest. The pain is palatable. Heavy, so very heavy. Head in hands. Sleep, blessed sleep. Dream away the darkness that steals the light and penetrates the soul.
The demons. They steal into my room to close the blinds and bolt the doors; hiding me from reality. They whisk me away into the night to feed on my will; my strength. Just out of reach is the sunlight that warms me.
Do I have the strength this time?
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
*Don’t worry my friends, I’m fine, just in a foul mood.
