Picking Up the Pieces



Gather pieces


As the edges

tend to wound.

The sight of blood

no longer offends

the celestial beings.

Just another



The Pieces,

 Only the Divine

Have mastered.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson






“How many times have I picked you up and put you back together?  You’re broken again, aren’t you?  …sigh.  I suppose I will have to mend you again.”

“I hope it doesn’t take as long this time.  The last time was so bad, for a little while, I didn’t think the damage could be repaired.  That was a dark time for us, wasn’t it?”

“Perhaps a cup of tea to start.  It helps to calm one, you know.  Let’s sit by the window where the afternoon sun can warm us and the light is good over here.”

“I know dear, I know.  But the pain won’t last forever.  Tomorrow will be better and the day after that, even better still.”

“Now sip your tea while I thread the needle.  I’ve got some fine new silk thread here.  Isn’t it lovely?  The wounds won’t hardly show.”

“Alright, now hold still and I will make this as painless as possible.”

“There now!  Isn’t that better?  You can face the world again with this new patch!  Why, it blends right in with the other patches!”

“Yes, dear I know it still hurts.  But the pain will be less tomorrow.  I promise.”

“Lets put you right back in here where I can keep you close and keep you warm.  No honey, I won’t let anyone ever do that to you again.  I’ll protect you, my heart.  I promise.”

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

*Lucky day 13 of my 30 day post-a-day challenge.

**I like to have a post or 2 in reserve for those occasions when I’m at a loss for inspiration.   With me being sick recently, inspiration has taken a back seat.  I’ve been hanging on to this one for a while.  This is a bit different.  I hope you enjoy.  Penny


I’ve threaded the needle.

This fine new silk thread, is lovely on its own.

It will serve me well.

This patch is a big one; smaller than others.

But bigger than most.

I’ve chosen a pretty shade of crimson for this one.

The color I bleed.

Although fresh, it does blend well with the others.

I’m no seamstress, but I’ve become proficient.

I worried for a while, but I know I’ll be alright.

I can face the world with a smile.

This patch will do it’s job.

The heart’s resilient.

I’ll patch it one more time.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

If I Let You In…

If I let you in, would you guard the door?

If I held you tight, would you hold my heart?

If I bared my soul, would you keep it’s secrets?

If I held your hand, would you hold mine?

If I  let you in…

Would you walk beside me?

Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson


Never again.

I let you in

Like a fool.

I forgot the taste

Of your poison.

I drank it down.

My heart in the line

Of fire.

At this distance

I thought, safe.

Not so.

My heart should

Listen to my head.

You’re assaults still hurt.

Never again.

CC Licensed 9/1/17 Penny Wilson

Fragile Heart

This is something I wrote a Long time ago.   The person I wrote it for will recognize it immediately.  I think it’s some of my best work.

I have been working to promote my work a little more lately and came across this website called Festival For Poetry on WordPress.   So I submitted my poem.  If you would like to see it, you can find it here:  https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/06/13/read-poetry-fragile-heart-by-penny-wilson/ 

I hope you enjoy it!

-Always, PennyLane

The Heart Never Forgets

My fingertips forget the stubble of your beard.

My lips forget the corners of your mouth.

My eyes forget your gaze.

I can forget the scent of your skin.

The rush of my blood when your hand touches mine…forgotten.

But my heart…

My heart does not forget.

Damn You

Damn you.

I swore you were right here.  I touched you, I know I did.

As I come back to myself, your scent lingers.

Damn you.

I ache for your touch.

Closing my eyes is futile.  You’re not here.

Leave my heart be.  Stay out of my dreams.

Damn you.