Write the Darkness


Where we’re place 
may yield happiness 
or sorrow

True happiness 
must be wild and untamed 
overgrown 
tendrils sprouting 
through the broken windowpanes

The childhood bedroom 
where you hid 
under thin blankets 
coerced you 
only to a trail 
of grief

Again led 
to the dying 
of summer

What was allowed 
as transparent as glass 
paramount 
on the path before you

Write the darkness 
and be still

The scars will heal

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

Image by Peter H from Pixabay

Cracks


We all have scars.  Cracks that will mend with the mortar of a life lived.  There are also the cracks that never heal.  The ones that are open, always, to the next life event.

You take me as I am.  I don’t know if you don’t see the lines, cracks, and the scars.  Or if you choose not to see them.  Either way, I find myself at peace with you.  No guards up.  No false fronts to maintain.  With you, I can just be.  Nothing more.  Nothing more is needed or expected.

Cracks in the familiar are not rebuffed by you.  You caress and cherish each one.  You take them and accept them as if they were adored icons.  You look in my eyes and see what others do not.  You see my light shining through the cracks.

(C) 2019 Penny Wilson

Beauty Marks



Many
not seen
with naked eye 

Just 
perceived nuances
in a smile

Some hidden
purposely

Under sleeves

Faded with time
barely perceptible

to most

Flaws give
strength

Love gives
life

Beauty marks
worn proudly

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson