Whiskey was the medication used to dull pain When the bottle didn't provide answers He shared his agony an attempt to dissipate his misery Punishment for those whose pain was not the same as his The spread of agony simply resulted in unseen scars Whiskey Scars The world couldn't see my sharing the lie Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson
Stumbling to find my path with pages yet unturned I hide in the dark of words examining the wreckage of my mind Copyright (C) Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved #Name Your Number Challenge Click here for info and to join in!
Dragons in the Dark
My dragons burrow deep and sleep the sleep of the evil. They lie in wait. They make sure I have my defenses down; that I am once again comfortable in my own skin.
My peripheral vision sees the shadow of these beasts occasionally as they melt into the background. I try as I might to catch them before they are loose, but they are too clever.
These dragons will creep into my room and sit at the foot of my bed, watching as I slumber. I have fooled them only once; feigning sleep as their foul breath assaults my senses. The stench of their evil is almost overwhelming.
I have awakened on many moonless nights, sure I would see them. My heart is in my throat as I sweep the room. I must be sure to catch them if they linger. All that lingers is the cold sweat that penetrates my gown and their stench. Sleep will elude me this night, for the dragons have already started their assault.
With the dawn, I greet the day with trepidation. How will the dragons manifest this time? Will I find myself once again in the dark? Will I be alone with my dragons, with nothing more than hope to see my way back into the light?
As I lock the front door and walk down the street, I can feel the dragons’ breath on my neck….
Amazing image found on Google Images. Credit to the wonderful artist that created it.
Copyright (C) 2014 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
*This piece was written about my struggle over the years with Depression. I’m in a good place these days, thank God. But my mind has been on the ongoing struggle that many have with Mental Illness. The Struggle IS Real. For Help and articles that I’ve compiled and written on the subject, please visit my Mental Health Help Page HERE.
Please also see my recent post, asking for your help with much needed resources, HERE. Thank you for joining me on this journey. ❤
#NaPoWriMo – Day 8 -Darkness
Materializing from the darkness of a hollowing sadness Insistent and desperate This lifeless labyrinth born of an aching emptiness The broken pieces you left behind To seek the light Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay *I know this is quite dark. I was having a hard time finding inspiration. For a prompt, I pulled out a book, opened it and just started writing down words or phrases that caught my eye. This poem is what came from that. hmmmm...
Mere existence pales the eyes weeping their color onto worn steps Recoiling from breath to diminish subsistence Existence has become trivial parody Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson * All is well, my friends. This is just something that I've been plucking at for weeks. It finally feels complete. A bit dark, but I hope you like my creative attempt.
Rise in Perfect Light
This is a piece from 2016. It refers to the Unseen demons we all battle. When I came across this picture, which I thought was amazing, I thought she would be a perfect representation of that warrior. Enjoy. ❤
U – Unseen
Head up, shoulders back.
The water is a bitter drink, the air, like daggers tear at her heart.
She pushes back; those unseen dragons weigh heavily.
She has the resolve of the Ancients. Her battle will forge the way.
Her daughter and her daughter after that will also chase the darkness.
Into the Light
* This is a little something that I wrote back when things had been particularly dark for me, but I was able to break free from that darkness at last. I hope you enjoy! ❤
Hope brushed away the cobwebs.
The demons emerging, once more pushed back.
The spiral stopped; my feet on the ground.
I move forward with tentative steps; the light caressing my cheek.
The sun a blessing; awakening from the gloom that had my heart encased.