Pressure
The barometric pressure of the day
Is wreaking havoc in my mind
Confusion a familiar companion
On my journey of unpredictability
A feeling of hopelessness
Covering me in a dark shroud
Dragging me into its damp pit
of gloom and I go with docility
Clarity nowhere to be found
As I stumble on rocks of desperation
Blindly searching for reasons why
I am living a life of vulnerability
Spiraling downward out of control
Reaching for something to break my fall
Slipping and sliding all the way
Down into the declivity
My ascent from the chasm
Hindered by despondency
Hope cruelly mocking me
Wishing to drown exquisitely
In time the greyness of the sky pacifies
Pulling me slowly from the blackness
The accompanying wind pushing me up
So that I may breathe sanguinity
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #12 – Tortured
Photo by Christopher Campbell on Unsplash
That’s so deep !!
Thank you. I’m glad you liked it 🙂
Using the prompts cleverly , you have created an image of finding hope in the darkness.
Thank you! I always appreciate hearing how my poems are received 🙂💕
I can relate to the metaphor of trying to walk on rocks – feels like that most days – balance a difficult task for these darn legs to get.
Oh that’s sad. I’m sorry.
Thanks Christine.
Your photo illustration goes so perfectly with the poem. The total package is well done.
Thank you so much 🙂
This is deep and conveys the feeling of helplessness so well.
Thank you Punam 🙂💕
You are welcome Christine. 😊
Love this line:
In time the greyness of the sky pacifies
Thank you so much! 🙂
sometimes the darkness shows us we have a tiny flicker of light. deep emotions Christine
Thank you Gina. You’re always so kind 💕
your words are very inspiring!