Category: Pain

Blurred View

Blurred View

Seeing the broken pieces
of what is left
of this fractured life
laying before me 
I am unable to make sense
of what is happening
 
Uncontrollable tears
blur my view
It matters not what
is presented to me
but how I feel
inside my heart
 
Did I feel it slipping
through my fingers
before it crashed to the floor?
Did I miss the warning signs?
I stare into the sky as
the last light of dusk is fading
 
Pink hues painted across
the evening canvas
A moment to pause and
wonder at the
beauty before me
but it means nothing
for I care no more
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

I response to Sue Vincent's weekly
write/photo challenge

D’Verse Poets Open Link Night
hosted by Grace 

Wounded Soul – A Somonka

Wounded Soul

Confused and lonely
Searching for somewhere to hide
Away from horror
I need to shut out the noise
and ugliness that haunts me 
 
 
I can feel your pain
Come here where you will find peace
Speak your words to me
So your wounded soul may heal
and your heart begin to rest
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to MLMM's Saturday Mix
Today we were prompted to write
a Somonka. The somonka is a Japanese form.
In fact, it’s basically two tankas written as
two love letters to each other (one tanka
per love letter). This form usually demands
two authors, but it is possible to have a poet
take on two personas.

First Responder

First Responder

I close my eyes
but the picture
remains imprinted
in my brain
The sounds will
not cease
The cries
ring in my ears
and the terrors
continue
 
I come
to this place
of peace
to shut out
the world
and its ugliness
The sadness
loss and agony
to which
I bear witness
 
Suffering
the atrocities
of mankind
they cannot heal
So how can I?
With survivor’s guilt
I carry the anguish
of their ruined lives
Unable to save 
or protect them
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo

Promote Yourself Monday - Go Dog Go Cafe

The Glass Is Empty

The Glass Is Empty

Through the bottom
of a glass
the world is 
kinder, manageable
For as long
as the buzz lasts
Slipping into
an alcohol-soaked
oblivion
 
Numbing the agony
temporarily
until a different 
pain wakens
the dysfunctional
corpse
Hammering the head
into familiar
regret
 
Looking out my
front door
I see no new horizon
No muse
to inspire
or cheering squad
to lift my weary soul
and reconfirm
my existence
 
Just a familiar fog
that will obscure
the goodness
I can no longer find
without liquid courage
and confuse
those of us
who see no point
in anything anymore
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

This poem was written in response to
today's prompts and is not indicative
of me or my life
🙂

Lillian is hosting D'Verse Poets
Open Link Night

Prompts:

Glass - FOWC
Muse - Word of the Day
Looking out my front door - RDP

Bad Memories

Bad Memories

Light shines through cracks
Another daily torture here
Unwelcome, disturbing
Knowing I will be taken
down memory lane
Thoughts are perturbing 

Some too painful to face
Wishing I was not awake
My heart has become sore
I close my eyes to madness
praying for darkness
to consume me once more



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Memory Lane - RDP
Dark - Word of the Day
Daily - FOWC

Peace

Peace

I feel myself recoiling
and closing down
Shutting out the dissonance
No fight left inside me
One more spiteful remark
will make no difference
 
Your comfortable chaos
has slowly eaten away
at my core
Calculated and manipulative
Strategically planned
to wound in your war 
 
Peace will only come
in my final retreat
Conceding to the last
Words have left me
As I withdraw from the conflict
and leave you in my past
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

OctPoWriMo - Day 31 - Peace

Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Open Link Night
at D'Verse Poets Pub

Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay 

A Thousand Pieces

A Thousand Pieces

First a crack
then a chip
until it is shattered
My body in pieces
of broken glass
left strewn and scattered
 
My heart was
sliced through like
butter on a heady night
Body now
Unrecognizable
Lifeless, with no more fight
 
This your punishment
You have
mastered your skill
In shock I am thrown
Bewildered and stunned
Left like roadkill
 
Abandoned to rot,
which is your desire,
as I am of no more use
Until you realize
what you have done
and you will call for a truce
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

Broken - OctPoWriMo
Glass - WotD
Heady - FOWC
Butter - RDP
Body
- Go Dog Go Cafe

Image by Juhee Bae from Pixabay 

Deadwood

Deadwood

You, the magnificent oak
with arms outstretched
Embracing me
Holding me with your
power and strength
Always protecting me
from those who would harm
Yet this encompassing love
is marginalizing and isolating
Keeping me from
those I love
You left your splinters
where I cannot remove them
They lie there under skin
Clearly visible yet
irritating and inflaming
Your mark left on me
for all to see
Slowly poisoning
my bloodstream
Until I am jaded and listless
Sapped of my strength
Taking this splintered love
to the death


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts

OctPoWriMo - Tree
Death - WotD
Splinter - RDP
Jaded - FOWC

Love is a Battlefield – Poem of the Month – November 2019

Love is a Battlefield

Exhausted from treading
the uneven ground that is you
I step back into black shadows
Craving anonymity and peace
Fatigued from sparring and
exchanging elevated vocabulary
Scratching and clawing
at the remnants of our life
An escape merely a detour
Wishing for better fortune
Avoiding more conflict
Yet ultimately surrendering
to the unseen enemy
For love is a battlefield




Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


Prompts


OctPoWriMo - Black
Fortune - WotD
Shadows - RDP
Ground - SoCS
DetourFOWC
Love is a Battlefield - MLMM - Mad about the Metaphor

Demoralized

Demoralized

Like a flower kept from the sun
Or an animal trapped in a cage
Her growth was stunted
No longer remembering
how she got to this place
Her razor edge, now blunted
 
Isolated from those who cared most
Living in the well of loneliness
Slowly and surely marginalized
Her passion for excitement lost
Becoming redundant in life
Existing but completely demoralized
 
 
 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompt:
The Well of Loneliness - Go Dog Go Cafe
Christine's Writing Prompt by Radclyffe Hall

Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay
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