I’ve battled
Satan.
He has invaded my slumber
and pursued my days.
With yesterday still ringing
in my ears,
I’m bruised.
Not beaten.
Never beaten.
Sinner or saint?
Who should judge?
I’ve slain
today’s
temptations.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow yields
yet
another skirmish
of sins.
Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
* I liked my first version of this quite a bit but I don't think
people understood what I was trying to say. This is a reworked
version of that first piece. I hope you enjoy. <3
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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.
Vigilance and attention, and the constancy.
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Thank you for the visit!
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My pleasure
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Warrior sister! Loved this … bruises fade, winning that fight is triumphant!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome love. 💖😘💖
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Really enjoyed reading this! Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you!
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I love this. We are kindred spirits~
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Thank you!! ❤
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