Unraveling

As I watch
my world unravel
before my eyes
I am paralyzed
unable to move
Incapable of stopping
what is already
in motion
 
How can one instant
change what is
chiseled in stone?
A look, once of love
now that of contempt
Foreign, alien
Tender words
explosive, weaponized
 
One person’s
prerogative
sabotaging
what was precious
Destroying happiness
and for what?
Sadistic pleasure
or masochism?
 
 
 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing 

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Word Prompts:

Foreigner - Word of the Day
Explosive - RDP
Prerogative - FOWC

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26 thoughts on “Unraveling”

1. Very strong emotions.

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   1. Yes! Thanks for reading Sadje 🙂💕

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      1. You’re welcome 😉

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2. when one person’s view or words can sabotage what has been carefully built and strengthened, very strong words

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   1. Yes Gina, it saddened me to write it 😔

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      1. sorry for your sadness, but you gifted us with an amazing piece of poetry

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      2. Thank you Gina

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3. A great poem of wisdom and full of great questions! The line between love and hate is very thin. Well done.

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   1. Thank you Dwight. Also a thin line between respect and disrespect and it is so easy to cross

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      1. Yes, I like that much better!

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4. Best wishes on getting beyond the unraveling.

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   1. Thanks Frank!

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5. Such raw and painstakingly honest emotions in this one, Christine! 💝

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   1. Thank you so much ☺️

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6. Wow. Striking words with much punch.

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   1. Thanks Maria ☺️

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7. That is a very difficult situation and I can empathize with the turmoil of that paralysis.

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   1. Thank you Grace. It can be most difficult and almost insurmountable.

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8. Sadly, that is how it is! Very well expressed, Christine! 💞

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   1. Thank you dear friend ☺️🥰

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      1. You are welcome! 🙂

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10. I think there are more than one person responsible… but I can feel the way things are being destroyed

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    1. Yes one is the aggressor and the other submissive. Not an even playing field.

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11. Such a good question in that last stanza, who will ever know the truth? Pain is spoken here.

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    1. Yes indeed. Than you Paul

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