Pressure

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 Β©

Word Prompts:

Pacify

Damp

Mock

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #12 – Tortured

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  15 comments for “Pressure

  1. October 12, 2018 at 7:02 pm

    sometimes the darkness shows us we have a tiny flicker of light. deep emotions Christine

    • Christine Bolton
      October 13, 2018 at 9:38 am

      Thank you Gina. You’re always so kind πŸ’•

      • October 13, 2018 at 9:43 am

        your words are very inspiring!

  2. October 12, 2018 at 7:22 pm

    Love this line:
    In time the greyness of the sky pacifies

    • Christine Bolton
      October 12, 2018 at 11:37 pm

      Thank you so much! πŸ™‚

  3. October 12, 2018 at 10:06 pm

    This is deep and conveys the feeling of helplessness so well.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 12, 2018 at 11:32 pm

      Thank you Punam πŸ™‚πŸ’•

      • October 13, 2018 at 12:01 am

        You are welcome Christine. 😊

  4. Andrea R Huelsenbeck
    October 13, 2018 at 12:44 am

    Your photo illustration goes so perfectly with the poem. The total package is well done.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 13, 2018 at 9:36 am

      Thank you so much πŸ™‚

  5. October 13, 2018 at 10:23 am

    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.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 13, 2018 at 11:02 am

      Oh that’s sad. I’m sorry.

      • October 13, 2018 at 3:08 pm

        Thanks Christine.

  6. October 14, 2018 at 9:40 am

    Using the prompts cleverly , you have created an image of finding hope in the darkness.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 14, 2018 at 10:05 am

      Thank you! I always appreciate hearing how my poems are received πŸ™‚πŸ’•

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