Denial (2)

Who else

Would pull me to my feet?

 

Who else

Could understand

The depths of my despair?

 

When all was

Darkness,

You shed a light

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Stark #writephoto

Yesterday fogs your vision.

Clouds from the past

threaten

to permeate

today.

Reality

is only as Stark

as you allow it to be.

© 2018 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto prompt.  If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.

 

 

 

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Weekend Blog Party *Hosted by KaylaAnn* (November) — KaylaAnn

Come on over to KaylaAnn’s Blog Party!  🙂

As some of you might remember, my past blog parties have been total smashes! I really enjoyed meeting new bloggers and I know you guys did too! So, I thought, let’s do it again! For those of you who are not aware what a blog party is let me break it down. Generally speaking, a […]

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I Am Enough-Version 2

*I’ve had some suggestions about a few of my pieces from a friend.  I’m taking those pieces and reworking them.  So you may see some things here that look familiar.  I feel this new version of I Am Enough flows better and makes more sense.  I hope you enjoy it.  ❤  

You told me to toss away

the masks

 

I showed

my true self

 

You adored the sass

and the fight

 

After the mask

was cast aside

 

What remains?

 

You chipped away

at my shields

 

I thought they

would keep me

safe

 

The shields were

left behind

 

Walls

were bought down

too

 

Brick by brick

they fell away

 

The dark corner

I had once

retreated to

 

Is now bathed

in a glorious

light

 

What remains?

 

What remains is a

Stong

Confident

Woman

 

I no longer

need

the shadows

 

I now appreciate

the fight

and the sass

inside me

 

I stand

proudly

in the light and

take what

is rightfully

mine

 

I like who I am

 

and

 

I am

 

Enough

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

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Warrior – Version 2

*I’ve had some suggestions about a few of my pieces from a friend.  I’m taking those pieces and reworking them.  So you may see some things here that look familiar.  I feel this new version of Warrior flows better and makes more sense.  I hope you enjoy it.  ❤  

She does not fear the battle.

Her battle started long ago.

She knows her worth.

She will not cower.

Nor compromise.

She sees tomorrow

for the daughters

and the sisters.

Tomorrow’s legacy.

She will stand tall

in the face of those

that would cast her

to the shadows.

Those that do not

want her truth to be heard.

Tomorrow brings hope,

for a time when

she can lay down her sword,

and her sisters will go

Free.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

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Halloween Smiles

I completely blew it with the #OctPoWriMo, 31 poems in 31 days.  But, I forgive myself.  🙂  I have been busy with other things.  I did manage to write a few poems this month.  I’ve also submitted a few for publication and got 2 of them published!  So I’m pretty happy about that.

I am continuing to put together my poetry book for self-publication.  It’s already been a good learning experience!  A big THANK YOU to my Beta Readers!!

I got some work done on the house.  I was given a bunch of concrete pavers, from a neighbor (score!) so I set some of them around my deck in the backyard.  It looks awesome!  Pictures to come, soon.

I’ve had plenty to smile about this week!  If you have something to smile about, be sure to share it with us.  You can join in on the fun on Trent’s blog and find out all about it HERE.

Rocket didn’t want to wear a costume this year, so he opted for the always classic holiday scarf.  He wanted me to be sure to wish all of you a Happy Halloween!

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Creation

Computer keys are

mere plastic things

 

The stark white letters

stare up at the ceiling

They are part of

me.

 

My heart pounds

as my fingers find

life in the

cold, plastic squares.

 

The very existence of

countless unknowns

hang on each keystroke

 

They hide my dreams

and my nightmares

 

To release them

I am slave

to the keyboard

 

With it, I am

master

to hidden worlds

 

Each is only a

keystroke away

from beginning

life

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

 

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