Tag: hope

Hope

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry

 

Some days 

Hope 

is too 
burdensome 
an idea 

Existence 
is thick
and fat

This endeavor
cumbersome
oppressive  

With clouded psyche
and trembling fingers 

I tuck  
a sliver of 
hope 
in a pocket  

Optimism 
saved away 
for tomorrow 

Belief

A piece of it 
shining 
beckoning 
to light my way  

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

*This piece is something that I've been kicking around for a 
while. I keep coming back to it, tweaking it. I'm not sure 
that it conveys what I was trying to express, but 
regardless, I hope you enjoyed it. Penny <3

 

Glimmer – #writephoto

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Writing

Our cheeks were flushed, matching the fire of the sunset.  Our pulses raced with excitement.  This ragtag bunch of forgotten souls; 24 in all, had been walking for what seemed like forever.  But now, there was finally a glimmer of hope.

Nestled in the narrow valley at the base of the Blue Mountains, were lights.  It was the first sign of people we had seen in weeks.

We were not alone after all.

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

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

 

 

These Are My Wishes For You

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Life, Prose

*This is a quote that my BFF gave to me years ago.  I’ve always treasured it and I keep it on my fridge with a magnet.  Once in a while I will remember to stop and read it.  I did that yesterday.  Every time I do this, it stops me in my tracks.  A wonderful and beautiful sentiment.  I want to share this beautiful wish with you.  May your life always be as blessed.

These Are My Wishes For You–  

“May you find serenity and tranquility in a world you may not always understand.

May a kind word, a reassuring touch, and a warm smile be yours every day of your life, and may you give these gifts as well as receive them.

May you find time in each day to see the beauty and love in the world around you.

May you find enough inner strength to determine your own worth by yourself, and not be dependent on other’s judgement of your accomplishments.

May you always feel loved.”

-Sandra Sturtz

Belly of the Beast

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Prose

It’s subtle, but it’s there.  The chasm opens wide ready to swallow.  If I don’t keep my wits about me, I’ll end up in the belly of the beast.  I feel it.

I question the reasons why.  The retribution we must pay.  Will it ever be enough?  Or will the demons demand a higher price?

I deny the despondency, turning toward the light, I hold tight to the hope of tomorrow.

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

Heaven Sent

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry

Your beauty; blinding.

You shone too bright.

I held you only a moment.

You never belonged to me.

Or the mortals on this blue marble.

The stars are your home.

You’re made of stardust and dreams.

Leave me now.

To scatter the stars

For my dreams tonight.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson