I balance a penny on my fingers
The copper smell always lingers
When the devil hears your taunts and calls
My penny will not be the one that falls
Strong and robust is how it feels
Even if I end up skipping meals
For a second my penny loses balance
Then I remember the act of parlance
I roll it now, through my fingers again
Hiding out with in my little den
Your words will not harm me this time
I have my penny to help me climb

Author: Jodie Paterson

I'm Jodie Paterson, a 23 year old Edinburgh based blogger! Born and raised in Aberdeen/Aberdeenshire, I quickly grew a passion for writing, photography and many other creative ventures due to the beautiful Scottish landscapes that surrounded me, and I'm now 5 years in to my blogging journey and still absolutely loving it!

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