Who else could have pulled me to my feet? Who else would possibly understand my depths of despair? When all was darkness, you shed a light. Though I would curse you for daring to bring the sunlight.
I stumbled down the trail but you lit my path. Yours was the hand on my shoulder when I sought comfort. Yours were the whispered words of encouragement my heart felt when I cried out.
Denial and disbelief muddied my thoughts. You persisted, ever so lightly. You knew.
I would come to you only to turn away again and again. Doubts, big and bold, held me tight. And the darkness would creep back in as I tumbled down the rabbit hole once more. Until you were there to draw back the curtain and allow the light in.
You would extend a hand, only to have me push it away again and again. How many times have I rejected you? Denied you?
Yet, despite my flaws, my arrogance and stupidity, you would save me from myself over and over.
How can I deny that?
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
You have such a great way of writing what will cause a reader to question who you are writing about. That is a rare talent. Well done dear friend. 😊💛
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Thank you Walt! It’s appreciated! ❤
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You’re very welcome!
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Penny you have done it again….. Well crafted and written. Wish i had your flow
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Thank you so much Matt. I sat on this for a couple of days before posting it. I just wasn’t sure about it. Thank you!
btw, I love the new look of your blog! The image of the crossroads is awesome!
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Well i sit and write my blog out over a couple of days just so i know its right and that i havent missed anything. Thank you i thought it was the right picture at this moment in time…… Hope you are well?
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I’m good Matt. Thank you!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Moving words. ☺
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Thank you!
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Very enjoyable, Penny.
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Thank you Robbie!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you!!
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