Tag: struggle

Dragon’s Breath

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Life, Stories, Uncategorized, Writing

 Paul over at https://mindfump.com/  has reblogged one of my posts.    Thank you Paul!  Paul has an interesting and entertaining blog.  Please be sure to check him out.

If you would like to see my submission on his blog, you can find it here:

#PersonifyME: Penny Wilson

Thank you!  Penny

Favorite Sins

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Life, Uncategorized

There is a Kenny Chesney song called “You and Tequila”.  There is One Line in that song that gets me every time I hear it.  It goes “It’s always your favorite sins that do you in”.  Wow…

My favorite sins.

Being a Responsible Adult is still a challenge at times.  I still struggle.

I have very few vices left.  I quit smoking.  I drink only on rare occasions.  I don’t scour the bars looking for men.  The drugs I did in my youth are just a distant memory.

The “hardest” thing I partake of now is a strong cup of coffee.  The doctors have tried to take that away from me too.  I’ve cut down, but it’s not completely gone.

Pleasures of the Flesh are still a favorite sin, not easily dismissed.

Another song comes to mind by Tim Mcgraw.  The song is called “Better Than I Used to Be”.  The line goes “I still got a few more dances with the devil”.

Boy howdy….

In general, I’m pretty happy with how Penny turned out.  But oh, those Favorite Sins.

Dragons in the Dark

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Prose

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My dragons burrow deep and sleep the sleep of the evil.  They lie in wait.  They make sure I have my defenses down; that I am once again comfortable in my own skin.

My peripheral vision sees the shadow of these beasts occasionally as they melt into the background.  I try as I might to catch them before they are loose, but they are too clever.

These dragons will creep into my room and sit at the foot of my bed, watching as I slumber.  I have fooled them only once; feigning sleep as their fowl breath assaults my senses.  The stench of their evil is almost overwhelming.

I have awakened on many moonless nights, sure I would see them.  My heart is in my throat as I sweep the room.  I must be sure to catch them if they linger.  All that lingers is the cold sweat that penetrates my gown and their stench.

My hands shake as I toss my gown to the floor.   Sliding back into bed, I stare at the ceiling.  Sleep will elude me this night, for the dragons have already started their assault.

With the dawn, I greet the day with trepidation.  How will the dragons manifest this time?  Will I find myself once again in the dark?  Alone with my dragons, with nothing more than hope to see me way back into the light.

As I lock the front door and walk down the street, I can feel the dragons’ breath on my neck….

 

Amazing image found on Google Images.  Credit to the wonderful artist that created it.  

(C) 2014 Penny Wilson