Where we’re placed may yield happiness or sorrow True happiness must be wild and untamed overgrown tendrils sprouting through the broken windowpanes The childhood bedroom where you hid under thin blankets coerced you only to a trail of grief Again led to the dying of summer What was allowed as transparent as glass paramount on the path before you Write the darkness and be still The scars will heal
Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson
Hey
I’m doing Mental Health Awareness Re-blogs, can you suggest me a post by you that you would want me to share??
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What a wonderful thing to do!! This is one that I received a lot of good response on. See if this one will work for you. If not, let me know. Thank you!!
https://pennywilsonwrites.com/2018/01/25/depression-a-killer/
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this is perfect. i scheduled it to be posted on 13th oct. thanks for letting me share 🙂
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Thank you for sharing!!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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beautifully penned.. !!! ❤️ Cindy
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Thank you , Cindy!
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You’re most welcome! ❤️
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So gorgeous this is.
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Thank you!! Thank that means a lot to me coming from one as talented as you are. ❤
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You are simply being gracious enough. 🙏
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No. I meant it.
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🙏
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Like the message in this! Very heartfelt and moving!!
xoxo
😘💕🌹
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Thank you, Chuck! ❤
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Yes, they will heal…slowly but surely!
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Thanks, Valerie. ❤
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