Creation

Posted on October 30, 2018December 31, 2018 by Penny Wilson Writes



Computer keys are
mere plastic things

The stark white letters
stare up at the ceiling

They are part of
me

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 them, I am
master
to hidden worlds

Each is only a
keystroke away
from beginning
life

Author: Penny Wilson Writes

Penny Wilson is an international 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 and Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. Penny is an advocate for Mental Health Awareness and has the page "Mental Health Help" on her blog. She writes about the struggles of mental illnesses and Depression. She is passionate about spreading awareness for Suicide Prevention and Domestic Abuse. She expresses her passion through her writings of poetry and life experiences. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123. View All Posts