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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




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 and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

15 thoughts on “Denial

      1. 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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