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The Spark

You knew what I was like without you.

You knew the mess I would be.

I collapse.

The pale light of the stars is of little solace.

No encouragement.

A captured moment dissolves between my fingers.

Meaningless.

The spark, oh that spark, I chase you.

I dive headlong through the white, only to dream of the other side.

It does not exist.

Why have you left me?

Alone, it is too much.

My muse, where have you gone?

Author:

Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing and Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. Penny is an advocate for Mental Health Awareness and has the page "Mental Health Help" on her blog. She writes about the struggles of mental illnesses and Depression. She is passionate about spreading awareness for Suicide Prevention and Domestic Abuse. She expresses her passion through her writings of poetry and life experiences. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

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