Veneer
Full of bluster
and confidence
but you were broken
when I found you
As I peeled away
the layers of
your thick veneer
beneath was
a wretched soul
Beaten and bruised
by life’s tragic sorrows
A product of your
environment
You took no prisoners
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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It’s sad that so many need the “veneer” to protect them. Perhaps if more people were understanding and empathetic, we would need less protective coating.
Yes! Sadly life has a way of beating us up
Excellent. Powerful words… <3
I just found your comment in the spam box 😢 Thank you so much Colleen, I appreciate your kind words ☺️
No worries. I have the same issues with comments in spam.
🥰 Have a great Monday Colleen
Thank you, Christine, you too. <3
I think that over time the veneer make more damage than protecting.
You have a good point. The veneer no longer peels away. Almost like a flower trying to grow through a tree
Happy to read this one… the question remains, can that wretched soul still be saved?
It’s worth trying 🥰
Agreed. 🤓🙏👍🙌👍🙏🤓
What beatings that soul must have taken!
Yes, it’s sad isn’t it? 😢
It is. You described it beautifully. 💞
It takes years and a lot of battering to build up a thick veneer. I always suspect people of full of bluster and confidence have much to keep hidden away.
Yes, sadly that’s usually the case 😢 Thanks Kim 💕
Poignant!
Thank you 🙂
A pleasure!
after all that peeling what a discovery Christine – a sorrowful quadrille
Thank you so much Gina ☺️
I like your description of a wretched soul beneath the thick veneer.
Thank you Frank 🙂