Category: Pain

Unhealed Wounds

Unhealed Wounds

She saw herself 
again as a child
and wept
the same tears
The horror
of that day 
Carved in the mind
Deep, open wounds
that will never heal
Still Haunting 
Residing within her 
like a parasite
Eating away at her core
Her so called surprise gift
was that of domestic
sexual abuse
from someone trusted
A father figure
A family member
A manipulator
A maniac
A thief
who stole her life
Robbed her of dignity 
Demanding her silence
Here at this very place



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sadje’s What do you See photo challenge
Word  Prompts
Domestic - RDP
Maniac - FOWC 
A word beginning with CH - Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Roller Coaster

Roller Coaster

I kept quiet for so long
checking my tongue
and making silent screams
Secretly hoarding thoughts
into my own private stash
Fatigued by the roller coaster
of emotions that I navigate
each day by just being
the other half of you
Some are better than others
but mostly I am dragged behind
hanging on for dear life
My reserve worn thin
and my emotions
tangled in knots
The only escape is imagining
that cathartic moment
when I finally release
 

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Cathartic - Word of the Day
Fatigue - RDP
Stash - FOWC

Image by Dietmar Wiedemann from Pixabay 
 

Irreparable – A Quadrille

Irreparable

Maintaining composure
You cannot see
what is really going on
inside of me
 
You see ambivalence
no care to give
I’m a broken vessel
from the life I live
 
The dark side called
Unable to fix
This soulless specimen
got lost in the mix
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

De Jackson is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D'Verse Poets and prompted us with "Fix"
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words
excluding the title.

Word Prompts
Call - RDP
Ambivalent - FOWC

La Reine des Glaces





La Reine des Glaces

The Ice Queen
Coldness represented
strength
A hardened heart
closed
Inaccessible
Once a princess
In dazzling blue
with emotions
overflowing
Tender and true
Until Jack Ice
doused her
blue fire
Leaving her
with only
a trail of tears
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sarah is hosting D'Verse Poets and has prompted
us with the magical names of seeds.  She asked us
to choose a few from this list and weave a poem.
The ones I chose are italicized:

Black Beauty
Trail of Tears
Lazy housewife
Princess
Purple queen
Jacob’s cattle
The Czar
Wizard
Golden acre
Dazzling blue
Purple sword
Jack Ice
Reine des Glaces
Blue fire
Aurora
Tender and true

Image by dragonboy7557 from Pixabay 

No Voice

No Voice

Listen to me
please
is all I ask
Hear my words
Let them resonate
and you will learn
about me
For I have been forgotten
My allusions unnoticed
or disregarded
Your guilt quickly
and bombastically
camouflaging the truth
of what I say
Silencing
You spin it
until unrecognizable
You are now the victim
and I the aggressor
My precious words
catch the fury of your ire
and fall in ashes
to the ground
Unheard 
Unrecoverable 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Precious - Word of the Day
Allusions - RDP
Bombastic - FOWC

Lillian is hosting Open Link Nigh
at D’Verse Poets

Image by Efes Kitap from Pixabay 

Lying Eyes

Lying Eyes

As this day begins with moody grey skies
Dark thoughts of you filling me with such dread
Remembering your words and lying eyes
As you lay sleeping in this wretched bed
How you have torn this life of ours to shreds
What lies will you speak to me on this day
For I already know you did betray
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Frank Hubeny is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight
He has prompted us with a seven-line poem and
says that if we like we can write a Chaucerian stanza,
a seven-line poem in iambic pentameter with a rhyme
scheme of ABABBCC.  Or just write any
seven-line poem.  I'm up for the challenger so I chose
a Chaucerian stanza. My first one!

Photo by Valentina Aleksandrovna on Unsplash

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
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