Into the Light

* This is a little something that I wrote back when things had been particularly dark for me, but I was able to break free from that darkness at last. I hope you enjoy! ❤

Penny Wilson Writes

Hope brushed away the cobwebs.

The demons emerging, once more pushed back.

The spiral stopped; my feet on the ground.

I move forward with tentative steps; the light caressing my cheek.

The sun a blessing; awakening from the gloom that had my heart encased.

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Rusty Knight

*This is something I wrote back in 2014. It is Very different from the style I use today for my poetry. But it still remains one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it! ❤

Penny Wilson Writes

It had been so cold and alone, those days in the dark.

There was a sadness on her soul and also in her heart.

She looked to the stars, the moon and the sun.

Warmth had turned it’s back, she thought she was done.

A Knight appeared before her and reached out to take her hand.

He was unlike any other in this unforgiving land.

His eyes shone bright, through the armor of rust.

He was covered with honor, love and trust.

The armored arms enveloped her; strong but soft and warm.

She was safe, she was safe, she would come to no harm.

She looked up into the eyes of the Rusty Knight’s eyes of green.

Her soul was being cared for, like it had never been.

He said “Take my hand M’lady, for treasures are lain before you.”

“Treasures more precious than diamonds.  Your soul to be born…

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Spillwords Publication

SpillWords Press has been gracious enough to publish another one of my poems.  If you would like to check that out, you can find it here:

http://spillwords.com/tears-by-penny-wilson/

Thanks for playing!  Penny ❤

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My Drug of Choice

My drug, my addiction, my choice! 🙂 How do you feel about your writing?  

Penny Wilson Writes

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Words spilling out.   My fingers can’t keep up with the thoughts in my head.

The scenes unfold behind my eyes.  The screen disappears.  The keyboard, gone.

I’m immersed in this world, self-created.

In my world, anything can happen and sometime does.

In this imaginary world my fantasies bleed, cry, kill and give life.  They lust, love and hate.

All this is done with a key stroke, at my whim.

This is my drug of choice.

Photo courtesy of Getty Images via Huffington Post 

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Fate Decides??

I get a little tired of people telling me things like “I guess it’s just not meant to be”  or  “It will happen when the time is right”  or  “it’s not your destiny”

I just cannot wrap my head around that.  I think that if I had chosen to go left at that fork in the road instead of right, my life would be different.  I DO believe in a Higher Power.  But I also think we have Free Will to make our own choices.  I think that there are times when we are guided, but predetermined?  I dunno.

Do you believe in fate?  Do you think our lives are all planned out?  Predestined???  

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I Miss Letters

Think about THIS the next time you look through your pile of junk mail…

Penny Wilson Writes

I miss letters.  The kind you used to get in your mail box.  Remember those?  Nobody writes letters anymore.  Even one of my dear friends who is now almost 80, sends emails rather than letters.

I still get a few Christmas cards every year, but even those are not nearly as numerous.  Most people if they do anything at all, they will send you an “e-card”.   Somehow, it’s just not the same.

I remember the thrill when I would find a letter from a childhood friend in the mail box.  It was so exciting!  I remember, making myself wait until I could devote my undivided attention to that letter.  Then I would sit and read it several times, relishing every word.

Remember Pen Pals?  I had a few growing up.  One was a Girl Scout that I met while I lived in the Philippines.  She was a Girl Scout from…

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What’s In A Name?

If you haven’t seen this, then you are about to learn something new about me. Do you like your name? Does your name have a story?

Penny Wilson Writes

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Here a Penny, there a Penny…..

I was born with the name of Penny Nichols.  Not an easy name to live up to.  When I was in my teens and 20’s, I went by “Six Cents”.

The name Penny (NOT Penelope) was hard enough.  I heard all the usual taunts as a kid.  Henny Penny, Bad Penny.  My brothers bastardized the name Penelope and called me that, making the “o” long and the last “e” silent.  I hated it.  Then there was that stupid cartoon on when I was a kid called “Penelope PitStop”.  Kids called me that sometimes too.

Then there are those that try to be cute.  “A Penny for your thoughts!”  or “Penny’s from heaven!”

I always wanted to be called something pretty; something exotic.  I tried for a long time to get my childhood friends to call me Eva.  But it didn’t stick.

I had…

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