Category: Pain

Risk and Reward

Risk and Reward

Please do not stand on ceremony
I just want to curl up and hide
No desire to see anyone today
My brain has been fried

This was a day
That should have been pure leisure
A time to connect and participate 
In each other’s pleasure

Instead we pummeled and punched
and rained on our own parade
Fighting, hurting and causing pain
Replaying the same old charade

Exhausted and spent
We go our separate ways
To heal and recover
And come back another day

Caught in the same trap
Of risk and reward
Kiss and make up
Add points on the scoreboard

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Pummel

Leisure

Ceremony

Rain

 

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Madness

Madness

The plastic smile
will do for today
No one will notice
I need to defray
I am gagged
from speaking
it is my choice
to stop the shrieking

A tumultuous few days
just starting to heal
then you pick up again
and I start to reel
I need silence
and a time to think
or else my heart
will surely sink

Into oblivion
Where I will stay
drowning in the flood
of your verbal fray
Until that moment
of exquisite madness
when I will surely die
of this terminal sadness

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Oblivion

Flood

Termination

Plastic

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Blindside

Blindside

I wasn’t ready for what happened
Blindsided by your volcanic eruption
Spewing your discontent
Leaving me without an option
Again, I missed the trigger
You pulled it when I was unaware
I tried to salvage to no avail
Leaving the evening in disrepair

In a restaurant of all places
With family and friends present
Why did you come with such attitude?
Making the evening unpleasant
I should have known better
I fell into the same trap
My eyes out on the horizon
While my life turns to crap

I can only imagine
what everyone was thinking
He is such a piece of work
It’s no wonder she’s drinking
My dinner I cannot now digest
Feeling sick on the inside
This will escalate at home
and I can no longer abide

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness – Digest

Imagination

Trap

Horizon

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Jealousy

Jealousy

Green is the color
I favor the least
It is the color
Of jealousy
The two horned beast

It rears his head
When you least expect
Spiteful and cruel
Wounding deep
Too hard to accept

I always forgive and forget
Have an ability to move on
You however will harbor
And retain your envy
Until alienating everyone

Dubious of everyone
who engages with me
What are they shopping for?
Why are they even here?
Please find different melody

Jealousy unfounded
Is as sad as sad can be
It is unnecessary
And pointless and
It always hurts me

Does it help you to seethe?
And put your ugly on display
Why are you unable to share?
When I love you so much
Why must there be an affray?

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Dubious

Shop

Melody

 

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Alone

Alone

 

The moon is still dark

Where you once stood

Refusing to shine its light

Hiding under the cloud’s hood

The days are long

Nights full of shadows

You will never return

I am left to suppose

 

Emptiness lives where

My heart used to be

It went with you

When you chose to flee

Leaving me alone

Stripped of my soul

Naked and in darkness

It has taken its toll

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #62 – The moon is dark

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Holiday Hell

Holiday Hell

An effigy of you

is burning in my head

 

Starved of attention

and gaining momentum

There is danger ahead

 

Another holiday

With sharing bread

 

Full of apprehension

Fraught with tension

Wishing I was dead

 

Insanity is doing

The same thing over again

 

Expecting different results

After all we are adults

Yet this is somehow in vain

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Effigy

Danger

Holiday

Starve

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Circles

Circles

Friday comes once more 
The end of another week
And my serenity returns
To its hiding place
All that is special
Will disappear 
When I see your face

Your return will
Take the oxygen 
From the air
And cloud my sky
You will scratch my skin
With your hands
Always rough and dry

Your words will taint
The beauty of the day
The excruciating pain
Of two people now strangers
Will take hold of the house
Dark and saddening
Avoidance the best refrain

This cycle of expectancy
And torture 
Is a sickening ride
We play it perfectly 
Like hamsters on the wheel
Constantly going nowhere
Choosing everything to hide

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Friday

Taint

Excruciating

Dry

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Out of the Blue

Out of the Blue

Sitting on the porch
My mood is blue
Staring at the moon
wondering what to do
You took umbrage
at what was said
now I’m alone
and full of dread

Sentences interrupted
Before I am finished
As you cut me off
My worth diminished
Your dialogue of
liquid adjectives
drenching me
in endless narratives

My brightness of color
Diluted by your fury
Vivid purple now a faded blue
You are my judge and jury
Masked in black
Solemn and severe
Passing sentence
With an expression austere

Our pieces don’t seem
To fit anymore
No matter which way
they scratch and claw
Throw me a bone
is all I ask
Why must you work me
like a task

My mouth feels gagged
I fear to speak
Whatever has happened
I am now so meek
The fight has left me
I want only some peace
Make up or break up
and let this cease

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Bone

Drench

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Betrayal

Betrayal

You suck the sun
from the sky
and empty the clouds
Draining life’s energy
from the core
Shaking death
from its shrouds

As each hour and day passes
Your mood gains momentum
This has only just begun
Once you cross the Rubicon
there’s no going back
Influencing the outcome

As you set the tone for the day
Something is about to unfold
The lustre of life already dulled
Your decision is made
No opportunity to disagree
I am the deer that has to be culled

You wield your power
As only you can
Threatening and accusing
Jeopardizing my future
Throwing it in a drawer
For you, that’s amusing

Denying me what I hold dear
is a betrayal of my trust
I am exasperated by your hostility
You have become a dictator
An authoritarian, a bully
No longer seeing my fragility

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Influence

Drawer

Lustre

Exasperated

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Shedding Skin

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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