I tread through memories of yesterday savoring the sweet skirting the bitter But tomorrows are treacherous territory I tiptoe gently so not to wake the "What Ifs" and the "Might Have Beens" Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved Thank you to Chuck at The Reluctant Poet for the inspiration for this piece.
My interrogator
was ruthless
casting doubt
on answers
lies
I had told
myself
I denied
denied what I saw
right
in
front
of
me
The rituals
repeated
my history
looking
me square in the face
Wringing
the facts from me
one
at a time
Finally
spent
and weak
from
validity
I stood
tall and erect
to face tomorrow
leaving
the past
behind
me
Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson
She walked toward the Pinnacle with hesitant steps. With hands shaking, she carried her past in a silver chalice. Laying the vessel at the base of the luminous structure, she turned. With only the future ahead, her steps now light as air, she forged on, excited, at last, about what lay ahead.
Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to Sue’s Thursday photo prompt #writephoto. If you would like to join in on the fun, be sure to visit Sue’s blog to check it out.
Take my hand Let us explore the path ahead Sunrise leads the way Tomorrow's promise awaits Let’s meet it together Grasp tightly my love The path is wide enough for two (C) 2019 Penny Wilson Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay
I’ll take your breath away as I enter the room.
I don’t want to draw attention to myself.
I stand on my soapbox and preach my causes.
I stick my head in the sand and ignore the pain of the chaos around me.
You can’t plan your life on “what if’s“.
This is the first time in my life that I’m looking out and planning my life for me.
If you are in a committed relationship, there are always compromises. As it should be. I get that. But I have spent way too much of my life focusing on the what if’s. I’ll give you some examples so that you understand what I mean.
She handles it
carefully
gently
The feather down
and gossamer layers
cradle it
She’s unpacked
Yesterday
The weight
almost comforting
As it settles
on her shoulders
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
*My upcoming move has made me reflect upon what we drag with us through life. The gloom of yesterday, often self-inflicted upon us today.
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