You, the magnificent oak
with arms outstretched
Embracing me
Holding me with your
power and strength
Always protecting me
from those who would harm
Yet this encompassing love
is marginalizing and isolating
Keeping me from
those I love
You left your splinters
where I cannot remove them
They lie there under skin
Clearly visible yet
irritating and inflaming
Your mark left on me
for all to see
Slowly poisoning
my bloodstream
Until I am jaded and listless
Sapped of my strength
Taking this splintered love
to the death

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


OctPoWriMo - Tree
Death - WotD
Splinter - RDP
Jaded - FOWC

  10 comments for “Deadwood

  1. October 13, 2019 at 11:26 pm

    Wonderful metaphor, Christine.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 13, 2019 at 11:51 pm

      Thank you Lisa. I made it about the tree hugging me rather than the other way around 🙂

      • October 14, 2019 at 12:07 am

        You are welcome.

  2. October 13, 2019 at 7:27 pm

    I love the photograph! There was a big tree in the woods near the house I grew up in with big branches (but not as big as those!) that I loved to climb.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 13, 2019 at 8:50 pm

      That’s great! If is an enormous tree isn’t it? 🙂 I found it on Pixabay… forgot to credit 😕

  3. October 13, 2019 at 11:56 am

    Nice comparison with the splinters. . .and playing with the idea of them being positive or negative. .

    • Christine Bolton
      October 13, 2019 at 2:18 pm

      Thanks Joey. Yes the splinters were like a tattoo. Not easy to remove. 🙂

  4. October 13, 2019 at 11:02 am

    Very interesting concept. Love and harm from the same source.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 13, 2019 at 11:18 am

      Yes! Nature can be dangerous 🙂

      • October 13, 2019 at 11:44 am

        Indeed it can be.

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