I no longer wish to push the cursor, but to be pulled by it. To cling to it with everything as my soul is displayed upon the page as my cries are heard and where dreams come true.
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*An older post but still true.
Tormented fingers
race
across the keyboard
Release sought
from unrelenting
thoughts
Agonizing assault
ignored
Pain denied
Cascade of words
flow
from tormented digits
Satiated deliverance
once more
achieved
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*An older post but even more relevant today.
Every rose
has a struggle
We tend
our roots
and nourish
our ground
To bloom and thrive
means taking a chance
It means surviving
the storm
To beat the odds
we must grow
our own thorns
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A whisper that brushed my skin A touch I’ll always remember I hold tight with my heart To the memory of that night in the moonlight Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
Sometimes we spend so much time and energy thinking about where we want to go that we don’t notice where we happen to be.
―Dan Gutman, From Texas with Love
When I first moved from Oregon to Texas, all I did was mourn for the area that I left behind. I couldn’t see the beauty that was all around me, simply because I was too busy wishing I was somewhere else.
Sometimes it’s hard to leave the past behind. Past experiences, past loves, past places all seem to follow us and haunt us. You don’t have to forget about the past, but don’t let it cripple you. Be sure to see each day with new eyes. Savor each one, because you never know when you might be experiencing your last one.
I’m sitting in my favorite room of the house, at my favorite spot, my writing desk. Well, my dining room table, actually.
Today is gray and cloudy and it has been raining here for several days. But when I sit here and look out the window, I don’t care what the weather is. I always have a beautiful view.
This room was deemed my favorite room the first time that I walked into this house and that opinion has not changed. The most amazing morning light graces these walls. That is, on the days that it’s sunny.
This room has a way of energizing me and relaxing me at the same time. I feel calm, yet I’m excited to sit down at keyboard and begin creating.
Creating. That’s a good word for it.
Tell me, do you have a favorite spot to write, to be creative? What is it about this spot that is special to you?
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You loved me, once. I loved you too. We thought our story would be different. We would beat the odds, we were sure. First we lied to ourselves, that it wouldn't happen to us. Then we lied to each other, pretending everything was alright. Finally, we lied to the world, putting on the masks. Somewhere between the lies is where my heart lived. Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
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