In the corners.
Copyright © Penny Wilson
Have I stopped to take in the spray of the surf or the scent of the salt air?
Have I relished the sound of rain on the roof, or a fireplace embers’ glow at night?
Have I cherished a lover’s touch or lingered over the bliss that only real love can give?
Not since you.
You were my safe haven; there to protect me from the world. The night held no fear for me as long as you were by my side. Can I face the sunrise with anticipation? Or plan my tomorrows now?
Not since you.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
* Day 23 of my 30 days, Post-A-Day challenge. 🙂
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This is an extract… An extract from the chapter… Chapter of love, life, loss and pain where everybody is wounded… Wounded somewhere somehow by somebody.
And today… Today you, we and I gonna stun… Stun into silence by witnessing the beautiful disaster… Disaster which is inspired by detailed exaggeration… An exaggeration of devastation.
It’s indeed an extract… An extract from the story…the story which is the witness… Witness of those very subtle links… Links of love and affection… Love and affection that hold them together…
Together and close!
The day was a beautiful dusk of December.
He guided her to his secret corner…corner in the college premises where he used to go… Go alone leaving no traces behind.
The silence was singing in between them
Taking her to the place where his heart found solace each and every time. It was a surprise kinda thing nonetheless so he was…
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Depression is a thief.
I haven’t written about depression in a long time. The reason I haven’t written about it is because I’m NOT depressed. But with depression being swept under the rug or shrugged off by most of society, I feel that it’s important to write about it. The subject needs to come out of the shadows.
Despair makes for an interesting muse. I write a wide variety of things. Poetry, short stories, fiction and non fiction. I find that my sad or darker stuff is usually better than something that is more light-hearted. I also find that I seek out the keyboard more readily if I am in a darker place than if I’m happy, as a way to express myself.
I have a theory about why this is the case.
An introvert is Not—
Most people, when they hear the word Introvert, have preconceived ideas about what that means. I want to tell you what it does NOT mean.
It does NOT mean that an Introvert is shy. –
An introvert may not talk a lot with people they do not know. But this has nothing to do with being shy. An introvert is an observer. They need to ease into the water slowly. At a social function, they may hang back, or stick with someone they know in order to feel comfortable. Once comfortable, an introvert may end up being the life of the party, the center of attention!
“Happiness is a fleeting moment of a day. It’s not a state of being. If you’re happy all the time, something’s wrong with you. We are put on this earth to toil and make things. Making the world a better place is not a happy job.”
I saw this quote by John Mellencamp in my AARP magazine (blush, yes, I am THAT old!) and I thought it was brilliant!
I’ve written, pretty openly about depression and how it has effected my life. Back in June, I did a post I called If Your Happy and You Know It. https://pennylanewrites.com/2017/06/14/if-youre-happy-and-you-know-it/
This post has received more views than anything else I’ve ever written. I think this really speaks to the fact that Depression is more wide spread than we realize. There needs to be more awareness so that there is not such a stigma attached to it.
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