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


The Offering: painting and photo © Sue Vincent at scvincent.com

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.

#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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