THIS A REBLOG from Words Of An Average White Male’s blog. Please enjoy this brilliant piece of work and spend some time on David’s blog! You’ll be glad that you did!
At some point we learn to limit the pain we allow. Since no one forces us to feel, we must choose what and how to suffer. Brilliantly we will, whether we like it or not, allow a chosen few behind our walls and beyond. In a way, aren’t we our own vault? Much less private […]Limits On Pain. And Suffering — Words Of An Average White Male
Need to isolate,
resulted in several.
Loss of love,
of my own making.
Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
Image by Kevin McIver from Pixabay
Don’t be afraid if things come undone. Don’t be afraid if things seem like complete destruction. There is no growth without some pain. Keep growing! ❤
They say that tears come from the heart. I beg to differ. You see, there was a place inside me where I held you close. But through the years, that place became as hollow as your soul. Instead of compassion, you showed indifference. You turned a blind eye. Your own twisted cravings became the priority in your life. I was left in the dust. This is where my tears came from; the dust in your wake.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
Wrapped in chains
created by bouts
Walls built high
and higher still
Overlooking a valley
of deluded dreams
and forgotten covenant
Beads along brow
Never ending battle
Fear born of deception
Exhaustion from defense
Defense from pain
Pain from defense
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
*We work so hard at guarding ourselves against pain that we cause more pain in the process. True, it doesn’t get in, but what else are we keeping out?
It’s never come up and why would it? I’m left-handed. It’s not as bad as it looks. It’s just a sprain. I’m a little embarrassed to tell you how I did it, so I won’t. 🙂
It hurts like hell. I only got about 2 hours of sleep last night, so getting through the day is gonna be rough. Typing is a challenge! 😬
TGIF my friends! Have a good weekend and stay safe out there!
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
Day 24 of my 30 day Post-A-Day Challenge. 🙂
I let you in
Like a fool.
I forgot the taste
Of your poison.
I drank it down.
My heart in the line
At this distance
I thought, safe.
My heart should
Listen to my head.
You’re assaults still hurt.
CC Licensed 9/1/17 Penny Wilson
When I opened my novel saved on my flash drive yesterday, 3 of the 5 pages were gone! Just gone! I have no idea what I did. 😦 My word count from the first day went from 2335 to about 1100. Poof!
So I set about recreating the missing pages. At the end of the day yesterday, I had a total word count of 3911. That is a total increase of 1576 words. Not a stellar day, but considering what I was trying to accomplish, I feel pretty good about it.
I now have my novel safely saved in more than one spot!
A real perk in trying to recreate the missing pages is the fact that my rewrite, I feel, is better than the original! So I’m tickled!
I’m anxious to get back to this imaginary world I’ve created to see how things play out.
Thanks as always, for the votes of confidence!
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.