Restoration
Here I sit
where troubles
Do not follow
In my solitude
tears come
I sob and swallow
The crisp air
regulates
my uneven breathing
Cares float away
Cleansing my soul
Finally releasing
I draw energy
From the mountains
and warmth from the sun
My life feels balanced
I am now ready
A new day has begun
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Sue Vincent’s Weekly Write/Photo
This speaks of the healing power of nature. “The crisp air
regulates
my uneven breathing.”
Thanks for sharing.
Thank you. I do believe we find answers in nature, if only the therapeutic benefits of being in it and feeling its energy 🙂💕
Sweet poem, Christine.
Thank you so much Eliza 🙂
There is always strength to be found in the hills.
So true isn’t it Sue 🙂
Always…for me at least.
nicely done. 🙂
Thanks so much 🙂
This is beautiful 💜
Thanks so much Willow 🙂💕
It a pleasure 💜
Beautifully written Christine.
Thanks Sadje 🥰
It’s a pleasure!❤️
Whoops… Meant the 💖
🥰
In solitude, we find our strength and inner peace. Beautifully penned, Christine! 😢
Yes we do, don’t we Beckie? ☺️
Yes, yes we do. 💓
Hope always finds a way – beautifully written.
Thanks so much VJ 🥰
Welcome, Christine.