Tears From Dust

They say that tears come from the heart.  I beg to differ.  You see, there was a place inside me where I held you close.  But through the years, that place became as hollow as your soul.  Instead of compassion, you showed indifference.  You turned a blind eye.  Your own twisted cravings became the priority in your life.  I was left in the dust.  This is where my tears came from; the dust in your wake.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

About Penny Wilson Writes

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. 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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2 Responses to Tears From Dust

  1. I see a woman who has shaken the dust of his indifference and twisted cravings from her feet. You are strong, Penny. Always remember that.

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    • Thank you for the visit, Audrey. This is (mostly) a work of fiction. So no worries. I’m good. The words “Tears from Dust” came to me and I had to do something with them. But all is well here, I assure you. ❤

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