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
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Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She's had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. Penny has written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com, and WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published on Ariel Chart, a monthly online Journal, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society and a member of All Poetry .com Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 by Z Publishing. She is currently working on her first novel. You can find more of her writings on her blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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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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