Solitary Journey

Solitary Journey

Her dress, crimson, like the dying sun
sinking into the ocean
She clutches the rabbit statue
swiped from the credenza
as she wanders
up and down the hallway
It resonates with her
in a way only she knows how
A deep-rooted memory stirred
in an otherwise confused mind
Child-like in a woman’s body 
She smiles as she looks at it
from eyes otherwise vacant 
A simple, comical sight reminding
the onlooker of a fate that touches many
The tree of life slowly letting go
of its limbs and strength
The confused mind short-circuited
Leaving a jumble of mixed memories
sorted out of order

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Word Prompts

Crimson - RDP
Tree - Stream of Consciousness

  19 comments for “Solitary Journey

  1. December 12, 2021 at 3:00 pm

    Dementia is such a ruthless robber! What a heartbreaking picture you create, Christine! 💔

    Thanks for joining in.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 16, 2021 at 9:02 am

      Thank you Punam ☺️💕

  2. December 11, 2021 at 9:40 pm

    Poignant poem Christine

    • Christine Bolton
      December 16, 2021 at 9:04 am

      Thank you Sadje ☺️💕

      • December 16, 2021 at 9:05 am

        You’re welcome my friend

  3. Christine Bolton
    December 11, 2021 at 7:11 pm

    Thank you! I so appreciate it ☺️💕

  4. December 11, 2021 at 6:51 pm

    Wonderful writing!

    • Christine Bolton
      December 11, 2021 at 9:43 pm

      Thank you so much ☺️💕

  5. December 11, 2021 at 6:43 pm

    Nicely written ❤️

    • Christine Bolton
      December 11, 2021 at 7:10 pm

      Thank you so much ☺️💕

      • December 11, 2021 at 7:18 pm

        You are most welcome

  6. December 11, 2021 at 5:22 pm

    Almost as though you were channeling Old Hollywood. I could see her, blonde hair a rats nest. Combed back and pinned in what she believes to be an elegant chignon. Her dress a little tattered around the edges. The home she wanders once was hers or a lover’s. Memories of pain and loss and sunshine and laughter. Drawing her in. Love the poem as you can see. You called quite the picture to mind. 🙂

    • Christine Bolton
      December 11, 2021 at 7:09 pm

      Thanks so much Jay-lyn ☺️💕 Actually poem was written about a lady I know who is suffering from dementia. She is in her own private world and so disconnected from those who know and love her. It is really quite sad. There are isolated moments of recognition but mostly she is all but lost. I watched her walking around with this statue of a rabbit. About 30 inches tall. It was quite endearing to see. It is hard to glimpse into our own future sometimes. It could well be us one day. It’s a sad disease. I am so happy it resonated with you in a slightly different kind of way but by all accounts similar ☺️. I hope you are doing well my friend. And T of course ❤️

  7. December 11, 2021 at 3:43 pm

    Intriguing imagery 🙂

    • Christine Bolton
      December 11, 2021 at 4:40 pm

      Yes, the sadness of dementia Paula 🥲💕

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