Category: Pain

Shedding Skin

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Shedding Skin

Once upon my being
I wished my life be freeing
From the ties that bind
Happiness held in escrow
Lost in someone’s shadow
Living a life so unkind

On the outside looking in
All you see is a shiny ring
Promises eventually shattered
Emotions begin ricocheting
and tempers escalating
A marriage becomes tattered

What was once excitement
Is sadly no longer vibrant
A relationship ugly and spiteful
Each partner throwing shade
Decisions need to be made
Whose testament is rightful

The battle exhausting
Divorce unrewarding
I carry myself with grace
Hope has diminished
My journey unfinished
I disappear without a trace

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Ring

Ricochet

Vibrant

Grace

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Pressure

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Pressure

The barometric pressure of the day
Is wreaking havoc in my mind
Confusion a familiar companion
On my journey of unpredictability

A feeling of hopelessness
Covering me in a dark shroud
Dragging me into its damp pit
of gloom and I go with docility

Clarity nowhere to be found
As I stumble on rocks of desperation
Blindly searching for reasons why
I am living a life of vulnerability

Spiraling downward out of control
Reaching for something to break my fall
Slipping and sliding all the way
Down into the declivity

My ascent from the chasm
Hindered by despondency
Hope cruelly mocking me
Wishing to drown exquisitely

In time the greyness of the sky pacifies
Pulling me slowly from the blackness
The accompanying wind pushing me up
So that I may breathe sanguinity

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Pacify

Damp

Mock

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Downtrodden

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Downtrodden

Who controls the pecking order of life?
Because I’m on the outside
looking in

Nose against the window
like the proverbial stepchild
Taking it on the chin

Living on the edge of the herd
Feeling like the runt of the litter
These are the emotions I bear

Easy to slip into a depression
Dragging others down
Wishing I wasn’t there

Just feeling that life
is dealing me the cards
of endless misery

The ones you fold
so the others would win
Like some kind of trickery

Invisible
the color of my life
I fall through the cracks

Constantly trying to scale
that overgrown fence
Just once wishing to relax

Feeling imperfect
But knowing I’m not
All I want is a chance

Look at me I’m here
Just like you
Give me a second glance

Determined to begin again
And experience a rebirth
My stellar light will shine

Brighter than before
You’ll concern me no longer
I’ll be stronger next time

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing©

Word Prompts:

Stellar

Fence

Concern

Overgrown

Herd

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Pound of Flesh

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Pound of Flesh

Revenge was apparent
after she had been violated
He had taken what was hers
Her body abused and desecrated

There was an air of desperation
She wanted justice served
Eventually it came and
he got what he deserved

Finally what had been craved
Was now hers to feast
But that plump, pound of flesh
Was not as filling, not in the least

She could not fathom why
Retribution was not hers
Hibernation became routine
The outside world now a blur

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Apparent

Plump

Fathom

Routine

Hibernate

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Unsafe Harbor – A Quadrille

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Unsafe Harbor

You promised to love me

and to protect me always

Through thick and thin

for the rest of our days

 

However you lied to me

and my heart was broken

I harbor no ill will toward you, but

another word will never be spoken

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to D’verse Poets Monday Quadrille Challenge by Lillian –  Harbor

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words (excluding the title)

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Dragon

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The monster reared
his head once more
His flaming mouth
scorching my words
before they became sound

I lay singed and tortured
while he continued with
his flaring assault
Blinding anger has taken
over his body
I am melting on the ground

Silenced by his cruelty
helpless and unable
to stand up to him
I save my words in my mind
they will not be forgotten
One day I will be able to expound

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week #49 Monster

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Verge

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You are balancing
On the edge once more
Teetering on the brink
Where will it take you this time
I wonder as my heart again
Drops to the floor

On the verge of explosion
Paralyzed with fear
Will I pull you back
Or let you go
Even if to my detriment
Or do I brave a new frontier

Unpredictability is expected
There is always a blind side
Never seeing it coming
My heart gets attacked
Sometimes I wish for it
And that I would have died

Love going through a meat grinder
Pounded into shreds
What comes out is a mockery
It’s happening again
A relationship in tatters
Lives left in threads

Our nucleus unstable
The contact between us worn thin
Our love’s constellation
Imploding in space
Shattering into fragments
This life in a tailspin

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Nucleus

Contact

Constellation

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Debilitating

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The morning light was squinting
Through the bedroom shades
Few clouds in a sunny sky
The birds singing their serenades

Earl Grey in the teapot
A light breakfast prepared
Saying hello to the day
I thought I was prepared

It happened again
Without any warning
The monster reared its head
Leaving me in mourning

A verbal attack came
From nowhere I could see
Blindsided as usual
While I was drinking my tea

I said I was feeling better
Not a complaint or a question
Yesterday experiencing something minor
A simple statement, not aggression

Then how do I become
the target of your onslaught?
I didn’t do what you suggested
Is that really a fault?

Your words of anger
So hurtful and debilitating
You are angry because what?
I feel like it’s baiting

You are looking for a fight
I never know why
I am so totally unprepared
I have no battle cry

Your reactions to statements
Are so unbelievably strange
You attack and become the victim
Setting a scene to derange

Trying to wrap my arms
Around your state of mind
Incognizant of my own pain
It is you I have to find

Know suggestions can be useful
They are offered to awaken
Like opinions they cost nothing
Don’t be surprised if not taken

If I need help I would ask
If I need a doctor I would deduce
If I need support I would expect
What I don’t need is verbal abuse

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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Dreamer

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The beautiful dreamer
Sat on the cold floor
Head in her hands
Still feeling that slam of the door

As she tried to salvage
The remains of her dignity
She recalled the interaction
And his lack of humanity

Her offering of love
He had dramatically rejected
Laughing at her attempts
Leaving it unrequited

His bourgeois ideology 
Was to her disparaging
Mocking her heritage 
Was hurtfully demeaning

Superior was his attitude
Talking down to her
From his moral high ground 
He was no better than a poseur

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Dreamer

Salvage

Unrequited

Ideology

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Confusion

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There are tears in my throat
Drowning my voice
Unable to surface
It has no other choice

I am emotionally catatonic
As I walk in a trance
Tripping over my own feet
Unable to advance

I steady myself
Before moving any farther
Desperately wanting to recall
What prompted my departure

Taking a giant step backwards
Trying to process events
I choke on the thoughts
Making no sense

How did I arrive here
Alone and mentally spent
Searching for answers
In a spiral of descent

I do not welcome
This confusing mystery
Another burden to carry
Adding to an unseen injury

Wandering aimlessly
With no compass to guide
I have become a lost soul
Left by the wayside

Christine Bolton

Daily Prompts:

Welcome

Steady

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