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I Reach For the Bottle

Posted on by Penny Wilson Writes 
There is less of me 
now  

Before you 
before us 

I was more  

More present 

Easy  

Today was 
effortless 

Tomorrow was 
expected  

Now 
colorless

A bottle of hope 
sits on the shelf  

I reach 
for the bottle 
anticipating
the gratifying 
descent into oblivion 

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson 

*A side note here. Richard Ankers used the words "There is less of me"
in poem recently. I simply had to do something with that phrase. 
Thank you, Richard, for the inspiration.

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 and Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. Penny is an advocate for Mental Health Awareness and has the page "Mental Health Help" on her blog. She writes about the struggles of mental illnesses and Depression. She is passionate about spreading awareness for Suicide Prevention and Domestic Abuse. She expresses her passion through her writings of poetry and life experiences. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.