I watch the faces
on the street.
The aftermath
of what has been
thrust
at us daily.
Numb to
the overgrown
lies.
Deceptions
meant to
seduce.
Trust issues
nightmares
leave us tossing
in our beds at night.
Standing in line
praying for salvation
in the power
of our convictions.
Copyright © 2020 Penny Wilson
Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay
Can you see beyond
the layers
Exposing
me
Dare you
cross those lines
never before
bridged
Day by day
building faith
Will your
devotion
remain true
Will you
traverse the abyss
I use
to keep the world
at bay
Or will I fall
once again
into the chasm
of darkness
Can you see beyond
the layers
Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
*This was written for Frank Jensen’s Tuesday Photo Prompt. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
Looking out through the glass walls, I keep my distance. You see, the glass lets me observe life without getting my hands dirty.
Become a participant? Oh, no. Risk the safety of my glass sanctuary? I couldn’t possibly!
I’ve built perfection here. Everything in its place. Everything as it should be.
*This is something I wrote back in 2014. It is Very different from the style I use today for my poetry. But it still remains one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it! ❤
It had been so cold and alone, those days in the dark.
There was a sadness on her soul and also in her heart.
She looked to the stars, the moon and the sun.
Warmth had turned it’s back, she thought she was done.
A Knight appeared before her and reached out to take her hand.
He was unlike any other in this unforgiving land.
His eyes shone bright, through the armor of rust.
He was covered with honor, love and trust.
The armored arms enveloped her; strong but soft and warm.
She was safe, she was safe, she would come to no harm.
She looked up into the eyes of the Rusty Knight’s eyes of green.
Her soul was being cared for, like it had never been.
He said “Take my hand M’lady, for treasures are lain before you.”
“Treasures more precious than diamonds. Your soul to be born…
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If I let you in, would you guard the door?
If I held you tight, would you hold my heart?
If I bared my soul, would you keep it’s secrets?
If I held your hand, would you hold mine?
If I let you in…
Would you walk beside me?
Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson
I’m here. Right here.
I want to be safe too.
Reach out your hand.
Ever so gently, I’ll hold it close.
It had been so cold and alone, those days in the dark.
There was a sadness on her soul and also in her heart.
She looked to the stars, the moon and the sun.
Warmth had turned it’s back, she thought she was done.
A Knight appeared before her and reached out to take her hand.
He was unlike any other in this unforgiving land.
His eyes shone bright, through the armor of rust.
He was covered with honor, love and trust.
The armored arms enveloped her; strong but soft and warm.
She was safe, she was safe, she would come to no harm.
She looked up into the eyes of the Rusty Knight’s eyes of green.
Her soul was being cared for, like it had never been.
He said “Take my hand M’lady, for treasures are lain before you.”
“Treasures more precious than diamonds. Your soul to be born anew.”
“Your soul in my care will be loved adored and cherished.
Let no dragon cross my path or it is he who will perish.”
She laid her heart at his feet and trembling, took his hand.
Her future was in his eyes, her past now a wasteland.
Beautiful artwork found on Google Images by Berncore on deviantART
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