Truth

You were
my king
my idol
I worshipped you
each day
bringing you
gifts of fruit
and flowers
touched by sunshine
kissed with tears
and made
with my love
 
You feasted
on my bounty
and reclined in
the warmth
of my passion
Enjoying
the relief of my
rescue
I filled the
emptiness
in your dark heart
and became
your doormat
 
Fact
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

King - Word of the Day
Relief - RDP
Fact - FOWC

Image by Kris Åsard from Pixabay 
   

19 thoughts on “Truth”

1. Interesting concept here.

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   1. Yes, I wasn’t sure where I was going with and that’s where I ended up! 🙂

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      1. Always test your boundaries.

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2. Wow. I love this Christine. Fact.

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   1. Thanks Jay. This was an odd one. I just followed those prompts 🙂👍

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      1. It felt different from your usual ones but I still liked it.

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      2. Thanks Jay

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3. Wonderful.

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   1. Thank you so much. You’re so sweet 🥰

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4. truth and fact – sad yet undeniable – nice work Christine

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   1. Thank you so much my dear Gina 🙂❤️

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      1. you are welcome Christine

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5. Far too nice for a doormat…

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   1. Thank you. Luckily not me Ivor but I’m sure many have fallen into that trap sometime in their lives 😢

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      1. Yes, there’s lots of doormats out there…

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6. A sad truth, so well crafted!

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   1. Thank you Punam 🥰

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      1. My pleasure dear. 🙂

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