Category: Pain

Fallen Star

Fallen Star

Through my
thinly-veiled
fear
I watch as
my star fell
to the earth
and I saw
our love
lay dying
in the dirt
 
There it stood
in relief
proud of the soil
where you
would pick it up
and then
cast it aside
hurting me 
as only you could
 
You, my prince
who promised
me the world
Now destroying
my happiness
Banishing me
to the wilderness
as if I never existed
How little I knew
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
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The Darkening

The Darkening

Without warning
winter descended on her heart
There was no autumn
No preparation
Just the instant freeze
shocking her from the warmth
of summer sun
 
He had arrived
selling her his snake oil
and charms
Light filtered into
her gloom, reviving her
taking her from
the darkness
 
Like new birth in spring
she had come alive
once more
Everything had meaning
and she smiled again
His gift was now hers
to share with all
 
Yet in just one
stolen heartbeat
he had left without a trace
She was alone again
Sadness darkening her sunlight
Once more
A never-ending story

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Christine's Daily Writing Prompt
at Go Dog Go Cafe - Never-ending story

Leaving

Leaving

I know you are leaving me
and I start to lose control
You are walking away
with my heart and my soul
 
Not a moment’s hesitation
before you open that door
I am already your history
as I slump to the floor
 
You take all that I have
And then some more
I am an empty vessel
with nothing left to pour
 
How does it feel
to have this much power?
This, my question to you
Received a deadly glower
 
There is hatred in your eyes
and I can see my reflection
A shadow of my former self
I will be your last abjection
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompt
Hesitate

Deep Decline

Deep Decline

Who are you today?
Is it Jekyll or Hyde?
Good cop or bad cop?
This game I cannot bide
Each day a crap shoot
Already out on the ledge
No lucky in this dip
I’m teetering on the edge
 
Ephemeral happiness
lasting just two days
Then it was back fighting
and your ugly ways
A referee needed
our similarities forgotten
Too busy with anger
to see it’s turned rotten
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Referee -FOWC
Similar - WotD
Ephemeral - RDP

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Who Are You?

Who Are You?

What happened to you?
Spouting allegations
I recognize you no more
You are a strange aberration
Like a two headed monster
With whom am I dealing
An anomaly of a man 
Who can leave me reeling
 
Unable to collect myself
when you turn on a dime
My feelings muddled
Being slow is now a crime
Confidence has been lost
I bounce off your arrogance
Spinning and confused
I doubt my relevance
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to V. J's Weekly Challenge - Anomaly

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Whipping Post

Whipping Post

Tie me to that whipping post
yet one more time
It has become your obsession
to punish what you see as a crime
 
My expression does not please
the sound of my voice must grate
It is anything, something, nothing
that awakens your hate
 
Sideswiped without warning
I am at the mercy of your mood
which appears suddenly, no warning
and then begins the feud
 
Always tempted to fight back
Before reflecting on the cause
I have first to protect myself
from your menacing claws
 
No time to prepare for what transpires
Buried in the avalanche of your emotion
My eyes and mouth open in surprise
The air as cold as the Arctic ocean
 
It’s always about you, no thought for me
Escalating tension, words never to return
No winner declared as usual
The situation is now of grave concern


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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Word Prompts:

Tempt

Reflect

Broken Promises

Broken Promises

Following every word of love spoken
Savoring each syllable and sentence
Little did I know my heart would be broken
and you would show no repentance  
 
We lay in splendor of verdant grass
In the beauty of a pastoral idyll
My world to shatter like crystal glass
When in my head all things were bridal 
 
Believing all the things you said
I let you take from me what was priceless
Am I such a fool so easily led?
Yes, and I find myself voiceless 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

84 words

In response to Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt
Idyll - 84 Words
 
Verdant

Following

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Green

Green

Breathe in, breathe out
you’ll be okay
Keep walking forward
 
There is not much to say
It couldn’t have been
any more awkward
 
Yes, I am young
Inexperienced in love
and still quite green
 
But who could have known?
that he was a man with a wife
and she caused a terrible scene 
 
She called me names
that I know I am not
while he stood there silent
 
Speechless and hurt
I was very afraid
she would get violent
 
He did nothing to help
Letting me take her barrage
He was the one to blame
 
I left in tears, my heart broken
He, a liar, a cheat, a seducer
Yet I am the one bearing shame
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to V.Js Weekly Challenge - Green

Mind Love Misery's Menagerie First Line Friday
"Breathe in, breathe out, you’ll be okay"

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Penance

Penance

lightly dust
the surface
of my skin
with remnants
from the
bottom of
the rusty tin
 
may it irritate
and burn
so I might feel
some of the
hurt that does
not heal
 
scratch me
and scar me
with welts bloodied
reminders
remaining
of love sullied
 
patterns intricately
woven in cries
of pain
virtual reminders
of love that left
but a stain
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Lightly - SoCS Begin with an adverb

Virtual

Patterns

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Crosshairs

Crosshairs

I am innocent, yet
you raise your eyebrows
and shake your head
I saw you pull a face
thinking I didn’t notice
It’s what you do
never what I said
 
I am in the crosshairs
Second time this week
I looked the wrong way
or maybe said something
you didn’t want to hear
You are bad-tempered
and one of us will pay
 
Always an excuse
to justify your mood
it’s this or it’s that
How convenient! 
What is obvious
as always
it will end in a spat
 
Innocent but guilty
I never look for a fight
Yet I get to bounce
off your personality
zig zagging like a pinball
until I am dizzy
and then I’m trounced
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Obvious

Eyebrows

Crosshairs

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