Category: Pain

Misunderstood

Misunderstood

Your eyes no longer hide the truth
They have become the lens
to your dark soul
The bitterness written
between the lines of your face
Chiseled deep into the crevices
where it now resides
Dragging the once curve of a smile
into a permanent scowl
The magnitude of your suffering
living on display for all to see
Your strange, misunderstood past
responsible for a demeanor 
that pushes friendship away
Making it impossible for anyone
to come close so they might
know more of your story and pain



Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Word Prompts
Beginning with “M” - Stream of Consciousness
Magnitude - FOWC
Strange - RDP

Image by Sammy-Williams from Pixabay 

Bruised Sky

Bruised Sky

Looking upward
I see the blue-grey
evening sky
sprinkled
with peppered clouds
Beautiful 
in its color coordination
But reminding me
of the ugly secret
 
The creaminess
of my skin
mottled with
blue-grey bruises
getting darker
like the sky
turning purple
and yellow
like the sinking sun
 
The night comes
and envelops me
in its darkness
Suffocating
My own words
ringing in my ears
as usual
It is my fault
It is always my fault

 
Copyright (c) 2020 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Grace is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets

Please Note:  This poem is not about me.  It is
written based on a conversation I had with someone
last week who is a survivor of domestic abuse.

Photo by 辰曦 on Unsplash



Wake

Wake

Wishes that would
awaken a silent heart
Buoyancy of hopes
and dreams
once safely tethered
are now washed away
in your wake
Left vulnerable
and unsafe
Treading water
in the changing
climate of choppy seas
once hot with passion
Now chillingly cold 
as I am left
searching
once more for
an emotional life raft

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts

Awaken - RDP
Climate - FOWC

We Breathe As One

We Breathe As One

My brother once again
we are in this place
of pain and hurt
Nothing has changed
Will it ever?
My skin is still your skin
My blood your blood
My skeleton
a mirror of yours
Our biology identical
We breathe the same air
Our tears flow together
in a stream
of consciousness 
Our pain is shared
as we fight together
to be heard
Our colors blend
in shades of the earth
from whence we come
The anger inside me
can no longer
be suppressed
Enough is enough
for I cannot stand by
and see one more
of my brothers and sisters
taken from this world
by ignorance
hatred and brutality
Our fight must continue
We will be heard
Black Lives Matter
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Grace is hosting D'Verse Poets
Open Link Night

Tonight I expanded on a Quadrille I wrote
in June called Blood Brothers following the
death of George Floyd. The events in recent
weeks here in the US continue to haunt me
and I needed to write more relating to
Black Lives Matter

Image by Alexandra_Koch from Pixabay  

The Other Side

The Other Side

Hiding behind the mask
I see you for who you are
You, the benevolent one
Generous because you can
Money lights up the eyes
of the taker
Always hungry for more
They see this side of you
 
From here I see the other 
I know you better
Cloaked in darkness
The one who inflicts pain
With words slashing and stealing
Harvesting hearts
To be placed like trophies
on a shelf of despondency
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sadje's What Do You See Photo Prompt

Word Prompts

Benevolent - Word of the Day
Harvest - RDP
Despondent - FOWC
 

Sadness – Poem of the Month – September 2020

Sadness

Another day
bleeds into night
as feelings
of despondency 
once more hang
in morbidity
Excitement 
a faded memory
of feelings
long forgotten
Eyes well with tears
as the heart struggles
to find it’s rhythm
Love’s death
a cross too heavy
to bear
and once more
the darkness comes


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Excitement - Word of the Day
Eyes - RDP

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 

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