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The Fortress


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. :)

Author:

Penny Wilson is a freelance 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, Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

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