The words flowing across the screen speak for me A voice when I have none The words hurl daggers at unseen tormentors They also caress and soothe The words curse scream sob or whisper They also laugh chuckle and delight With them I am lifted to ecstasy flying on invisible wings Or they show the view of my mental torture my cell of hellish nightmares No matter the day I always find myself between the lines
Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks for sharing! ❤
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Wow! I really love this! This was so elegant and beautifully penned! I really loved the message and insight!! The title is one I love and used, I think? No, it was Hiding between the lines! Bellissimo, Penny, Bellissimo!
xoxo
😘💕💖🌹
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Thank you, my Dear Friend! ❤
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Beautifully written
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Thank you kindly! ❤
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You’re welcome
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I echo the praise of previous commenters. Your words of “between the lines” really resonate with me.
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Thank you Dear Audrey. I’m so glad you liked it. I almost didn’t post it. I didn’t like it.
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Viscerally presented. I could feel. And your closing line is bliss. Salute
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Oh, Ron! Thank you so much! I appreciate your visit and your kind comment. ❤
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I really like this, Penny.
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Thank you kindly, River. I’m so glad yo liked it.
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You’re welcome.
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Lovey and relatable to many of writers.
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Thank you!
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What great truth in your words so poetically written between the lines. It’s so true where they can take us to nurture or imprison us. Loved this Penny! ❤️ Cindy
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Thank you!
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You are most welcome!!! ❤️
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