The walls are high
and built to withstand
the harshest
assaults.
They were pieced together
over the years
using
scars
as mortar.
I’ve paid the price
for this barrier
with bits of my soul.
Although my heart
is protected,
my spirit
has suffocated
behind these walls.
Heaving back the bolt,
I slowly open the door.
Through the crack
I see the light
of a new day.
The promise of tomorrow
beyond the horizon.
Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
*All is well my friends. Just something my Muse came up with. :)
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“Using scars as mortar” I adore that line
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Thank you!!
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Thank you, Chuck! ❤
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What a strong visual. Now open that door even wider. A heart-wrenching poem, Penny. Gosh, I love your poetry. You can write, girl.
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Oh, Thank You, Audrey!! You’re so sweet. Your kindness and encouragement mean more than you know. ❤ ❤
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I understand the value of kindness and encouragement…
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I know you do. That’s’ why you’re One of The Good Ones! Hugs! ❤
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MAGIC WORDS, CHINA
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Thank you!
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