Computer keys are

mere plastic things


The stark white letters

stare up at the ceiling

They are part of



My heart pounds

as my fingers find

life in the

cold, plastic squares.


The very existence of

countless unknowns

hang on each keystroke


They hide my dreams

and my nightmares


To release them

I am slave

to the keyboard


With it, I am


to hidden worlds


Each is only a

keystroke away

from beginning


Copyright © 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: and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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11 Responses to Creation

  1. Bravo, Penny!!! Thanks for letting me be a Beta reader for you!! So Sweet! A Beautiful poem!!!!


  2. Wonderfully written Penny!


  3. Looks familiar. Results tomorrow. ☺❤


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