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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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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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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