Faces,
On curled pages.
Yesterday’s tokens,
Cherished.
Promises,
On yellowed paper.
Moments,
Waiting to be remembered.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
Tag: past
Inner Interrogations
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
Offering of the Past #writephoto
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.
Kaleidoscope
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.
Remember
Faces,
On curled pages.
Yesterday’s tokens,
Cherished.
Promises,
On yellowed paper.
Moments,
Waiting to be remembered.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
#writephoto – Portal
*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt. You can read all about it here.
Would it be different if we tried again?
Or would you still be a thorn on my rose?
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