Stripped clean.
Yesterday still ringing
In my ears.
Bruised,
But not beaten.
Never beaten.
Sinner or saint.
Who should judge.
Slain,
Yesterdays wrongs.
Tomorrow yields yet
Another skirmish of sins.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
Skirmish of Sins
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Author: Penny Wilson Writes
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, Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123. View All Posts
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Thank you! I really like this one. Thanks for visiting!
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Lots to contemplate in these words…
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This started out as something different than what I started with. These things sometimes have a life of their own. Thanks for stopping by Audrey!
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Very nice! 😊💛
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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