Words of love spoken by a bitter tongue Fall like darts on tender skin with their piercing poison Protests fall on deaf ears As engagement turns up the volume Of anger The noise reverberates through the heart Shattering dreams And shaking the brain Unity, misrepresented by Jailer and prisoner Master and slave, Becomes asymmetry Cognitive dissonance I choke on words of denial Until the scent of roses wakes me from a stupor And I remember The ghosts of my past are finally silent
I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
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Christine
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A stunning capture of the dissonance of abuse, Christine, that is so well written it put my teeth on edge. I love the spiky language. How refreshing to wake up to the scent of roses and silent ghosts.
Thank you so much for your kind words. It means a lot. I think sometimes you can get so used to chaos that you come to believe it’s the norm. The relief is waking from that bad dream. ☺️💕
Poetry For Healing 
A very moving poem Christine
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Thank you sweet Sadje 🥰
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You’re most welcome
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To finally silence those ghosts….💞
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Yes, it takes a while but eventually you can. Thanks so much 🥰
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A stunning capture of the dissonance of abuse, Christine, that is so well written it put my teeth on edge. I love the spiky language. How refreshing to wake up to the scent of roses and silent ghosts.
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Thank you so much for your kind words. It means a lot. I think sometimes you can get so used to chaos that you come to believe it’s the norm. The relief is waking from that bad dream. ☺️💕
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You’re most welcome, Christine. Been there a long time ago and don’t want to go back.
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Oh me neither Kim. Life is too short to not liive it freely ☺️
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For the ghosts to be finally silent is the best you can hope for…
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Thank you, yes. Hard work and defiance can quieten most fears. ☺️
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Christine, this is so well-written! I could feel the jabs of those poison darts and thank god the ghosts have been laid to rest. ❤️
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Punam I am so thrilled you think so! Thank you so much my friend ☺️❤️
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So moving and so powerful, Christine. I’m glad the ghosts are finally silent. 💙
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so moving and wonderful! Well penned 🌷
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Thank you Sia 💕☺️
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