Stumbling
to find my path
with pages
yet unturned
I hide
in the dark
of words
examining
the wreckage
of my mind
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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 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.
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the words
feel like a
warm blanket
when the world
is winter
I’m wrapped up
in these
sentences
searching
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Thank you kindly for visiting and for your lovely comment. 🙂
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You’re welcome
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I can so relate to this well said 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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Sometimes it takes paper and pen to make sense of the detritus swirling inside my head. Well penned, Penny 💞💞💞
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I love “detritus”, being the word nerd that I am! Thank you, Dawn! ❤
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