Category: Confusion

The Messenger

The Messenger

I am Mercury
but I cannot
convey
my feelings
to you
A communicator
talking to
a brick wall
I speak
and you hear
a foreign language
You are deaf
to my words
Oblivious
to my feelings
One more 
roll of your eyes
I cannot stand
When did you
stop listening?
When did you
stop remembering?
When did it
become okay
to disrespect me?
When did I become
such an irritant?
I am rendered
speechless
Frightened now
to use my words
fearing they
will be misconstrued
and weaponized
to fight against me
 
Don’t shoot the Messenger

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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Unraveling

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

Image by CJ from Pixabay

Wilderness

Wilderness





I find myself longing
as we struggle
to stabilize
For those days
when there was
nothing to compromise

Going here and there
our excitement unbridled
We traveled the same road
Stumbling now and again
but always together
Carrying each other’s load

A life-changing event
so random
it was hard to believe
Neither of us
saw it coming
Difficult to conceive

Now we wander
in this wilderness
of perpetual confusion
Choosing solitude
Pushing the other away
Living life in seclusion

How do we
find our way back
to the way it was before?
Connecting with each other
is the key to opening
hearts once more


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word prompts:

Key - Stream of Consciousness
Excitement - RDP

Green Eyes

Green Eyes

I heard the silent meow 
Felt your claws in my back
Words of spite
Thinly veiled
With that grubby sack
 
Was it necessary 
To be so cruel
Not knowing me
Or ever spoken to me
as you gather your fuel
 
What do I represent
that you have this need?
To lash out with barbs
and scratch with rust
A hunger you must feed
 
Damage control
easy for me to handle
The pain is all yours
I am sorry, for you
will face the scandal
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompt:
Damage - FOWC

Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay 

Control

Control

You were inside my head
reading thoughts like an x-ray
Obedient to you no more
I escaped and ran far away
But you lured me back
with your bait and switch
and before I knew it
I was kissing the witch
 
I am putty in your hands
Weakened and malleable
Soaked like leather
until I am pliable
Stretched to the limit
on the verge of breaking
I am your conquest
and my heart, it is aching
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompt

Obedient - WotD
Switch -RDP
Xray - Daily Addictions
Kissing The Witch - Go Dog Go Cafe
Christine Ray's Daily Writing Promopt
 

Fooled

Fooled

Like a pebble
Dropping in the lake
Creating never ending circles
as does your love
Wrapping around me
Drawing me back
Into the zone of danger
 
It was as if written
we belonged together
But when one agenda
differs from the other 
Holding in hostage 
Then that isn’t love 
It is you, a stranger

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Zone - WotD

Pebble - RDP

Written - FOWC

Image by Rondell Melling from Pixabay 

Living In The Past

Living In The Past

She did not scout
the darkness
Allowing it to lure
her into the passage
of time 
Realizing
there was no going back
Bait and switch
Trapped forever
living in the past
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Scout
Passage
Switch

In Knots

In Knots

Trying to untie
the macramé
of my thoughts
Knotted every 
which way
 
Tightly bound
and resistant
to my attempts
All I can do is hope
for a fray
 
The more
I struggle
the more it stings
Words no longer
coherent
 
A jumbled mind
looking for release
from this
cloud covering
obscurant
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts

Sting
Coherent
Go Dog Go Cafe - Promote Yourself Monday

Chameleon

Chameleon

A chameleon 
changing colors 
at whim
Playing both sides
of the fence
Pleasing no one 
Wounding everyone 
It was a sin
 
Did you really want 
to hurt us all?
Those who cared?
Use us and abuse us 
To your own end 
Perhaps you were oblivious 
and maybe, just maybe
Plain scared?
 
Your true colors
Spanned the rainbow 
but were hidden from view
Thinking we would
never understand 
Concealing who
you really were, and
never knowing the real you
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Jim Adams Prompt
for MLMM Music Challenge
'Do You Really Want To Hurt Me'

Thanks Jim for the great reminder of Boy George and Culture Club.
I used Karma Chameleon as inspiration for this poem

Claustrophobia

Claustrophobia

Running scared
Frantic and confused
Through the door
Into another room
Each one disused 
 
Open, close
What does this mean?
Open again
Am I in a maze
or is this a dream?
 
I can’t escape
Windows are locked
Adrenalin pumping
but screams are silent
My voice blocked
 
Anxiety taking hold
I cannot catch my breath
Darkness comes
Swallowing me whole
Suffocating into death
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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