Before you go, Sweep up my dignity. You see, I've thrown it away. It became irrelevant in your presence. Can I recapture it without looking in your eyes? What will I see reflected there? Yesterday’s letters expressed it plainly. Songs we sung to one another. The words now blurry; running on the page. Before you go, Take my heart from your hand. It’s held too tightly. Severed. Fractured. More resilient than I knew. The imprint of your fist will fade. Eventually. Before you go, Draw the blinds. To accept the light would be a subversion. Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
*Just a few old memories here…. All is well.
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Thanks, Michael. ❤
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you for the reblog!! ❤
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Beautifully penned, Penny! Hoping this is not autobiographical??? Have a great weekend!!!
xoxoxo
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Thank you, Chuck. A Very, Very long time ago. We write what we know, right? Don’t feel bad for me. My life has given a wealth of things to write about! Thank you for the visit and your kind words. ❤
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I’m sorry you had to endure those memories…but thankful you are free.
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Thanks, Audrey. It’s all good now. Our memories, good or bad, often make a good resource for writing! 🙂
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