Write the Darkness


Where we’re place 
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

Image by Peter H from Pixabay

Between the Lines


The words 
flowing across the screen 
speak for me  

A voice 
when I have none

The words 
hurl daggers 
at unseen tormentors  

They also caress 
and soothe 

The words 
curse 
scream 
sob 
or whisper  

They also 
laugh 
chuckle 
and delight

With them I am lifted 
to ecstasy 
flying 
on invisible wings

Or 
they show the view 
of my mental torture 
my cell 
of hellish nightmares

No matter the day 
I always find myself 
between the lines

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

 

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