Category: Pain

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

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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

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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

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After the Love Has Gone

After the Love Has Gone

After the love has gone
and the hierarchy shifts
There is always a winner
and of course, a loser
and the taking back of gifts
 
Who will be my advocate
in this frazzled, ugly mess
Serenity long gone
just hurt and anger remain
and you couldn’t care less

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Hierarchy - WotD

Serene - RDP

Advocate - FOWC

Extinction

Extinction

Here I feel safe
in the tranquil coolness
of the rocks
Unseen
by the outside world
A place where I can
heal, away from the 
madness that is you
 
Ordering me, bullying,
complaining until
my mouth works
silently
Logic suppressed
while you rant,
threaten
and intimidate
 
When did I become
the scared rabbit
fleeing from the predator
who wants to annihilate?
Who will not be happy
until my extinction
is complete


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's
Write/Photo Challenge - Within

Explode

Explode

I am troubled
Loving you so much
I forgive behavior
and rudeness
so I may feel your touch
 
I am deaf to those
hurtful words you speak
choosing to ignore
it will stop soon, I know
I have become meek
 
I take it, and take it
until one day I explode
Everything suppressed
Now spewing forth
and on you bestowed
 
In the silence
an aftermath of devastation
Stinging, burning
breaking of hearts
Living in condemnation
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompt

Take - Daily Addictions

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Over

Over

Does the marriage end
when all respect
for the other is gone
When selfishness rules
kindness forgotten
The battle is never won
 
Where did this all begin
Forgetting there are two 
in a marriage, not one
One gives, the other takes
and takes and takes more
When all is said and done
 
Taking care of you every day
not that you ever notice
Always too quick to deny
Too absorbed with yourself
to see what I might need
There is no good in goodbye
 
When the love has gone 
There is no point in staying
Our opinions differ too much
on this contentious matter
No one is listening anymore
Using the other as a crutch
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Where SoCS
Differ - FOWC
 

Relinquishing

Relinquishing

Slipping into
the liquid darkness
so deep it could drown me
Allowing it swallow and
wash away the torment
It is where I want to be
 
Let the coldness
of the water take me
to another place
I will not be missed
Remembered, maybe
Leaving just a trace

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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