
My freedom is dear to me, paid for with anguish and a piece of my soul. My sanity, at times, precariously balanced on a knife edge. The scars I have are treasured things. They keep me safe.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
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Penny Wilson is an international 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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Those scars are a good reminder that you survived what tried to destroy you. 💞💞💞
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Yes. Thank you, Dawn. ❤ ❤
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Beautifully penned, My Dear!! Bellissimo! 😊💖💕🌹
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Thank you, Chuck ❤
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Those scars remind us of our strength.
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True. Thanks, Audrey. ❤
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