There was a crack in the shell
that I had built
around myself
It's a funny thing
about shells
They not only keep
the bad things out,
they also keep
the good things out
I could no longer
stand on my own
So I fell to my knees
Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
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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.
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Thank you, Chuck! ❤
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Ooo, this one’s great Penny. Makes me think of the wall I have around myself, and what might not get through that would actually be good for me (like friends).
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Me too… 🙂 ❤
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