Category: Survival

Saddened

My heart is heavy again today

It feels like pain will never go away

I was doing so well

Never hearing the warning bell

My world suddenly on its end

I look to you but you will not bend

Your actions provoke

Even when nothing is spoke

Goading for a reaction

I’m innocent, rejecting the accusation

This treatment I cannot abide

I just want to run away and hide

I am walking aimlessly in a minefield

Where your weapons you do wield

There is no middle ground

It’s as if we have drowned

I go into survival mode

My livelihood is about to unfold

I must walk away from you

If it is the last thing I ever do

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Daily Prompt Abide

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Image

Reflecting life’s struggles

The mirror was her reminder

Of the pain she had overcome

Once she had found the strength

To get out from under his thumb

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to: Five Lines or Less – Mirror

Quarry

Deceived by your eloquence
I was swept up by your pander
Your agenda was not initially known
When I realized your plan
You did not appreciate my candor

Angered by my directness
You were no longer comfortable
Your swagger became limp
Seeing my chance to escape
I was no longer vulnerable

Escaping from your clutches
Your words were accusatory
There was anger in your eyes
Your goal would not be achieved
I would never be your quarry

Struggling to stay upright
Clawing my way through trees
Knowing the predator was on my heels
My breathing became labored
As I battled to be free

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Daily Prompts:

Quarry

Eloquence

Candor

Comfortable

 

Fire and Water

Fire and water
We travel through it by far
As much as I douse your flames
You continue to spar

Paralyzed by your words
Cold and cruel, you are an animal
Each one a mind blowing zing
And you claim to be rational

Your criticisms are unfounded
They are unkind and heartless
Where is your filter?
But you proceed regardless

Saying whatever you want
Irrespective of the effect
If I try to distract you
Your voice will inflect

It hurts and you are aware
But it doesn’t stop you
Never apologizing
Your behavior is askew

For the pain you inflict
I don’t know you anymore?
Not recognizing who you’ve become
I feel cut to the core

Our communications escalate
To a level that is dangerous
Your false accusations
Are downright traitorous

You are determined to compete
I have become your arch rival
To you I practice cognitive dissonance
But in reality it is my survival

Christine Bolton

Daily Prompts:

Zing

Distract

Compete

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This Time

This time I will not buckle
My head is held high
I don’t have to listen to
Your angry words
That cause me to cry

This time I will succeed
I will stand up to you
No more make up
This time we break up
I cannot see this through

This time I will not give you
A platform on which to strand
You play both the victim
And the dictator
Delivering a back hand

This time I will not duck
Your words disguised as knives
I deflect them fearlessly
No scars this time
This cat has many lives

This time you’re not the man I love
You are someone unrecognizable
Nasty, accusatory and untruthful
Spewing your aggression
My pain is undeniable

This time it is different
I bear no fault for your behavior
Arrogance unbecoming
I am striving for freedom
Look elsewhere for a savior

This time I look ahead
Old feelings are obsolete 
Eyes front and center
There’s no looking back
This chapter is now complete

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Striving

Duck

Obsolete

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Eight – Poem of the Month – August 2018

Eight

When I was eight
Things were not so great
Life gave me such a kick
I grew up pretty quick
A child expecting a present
Instead was delivered unpleasant
My parents started fighting
Just the beginning of writing
That was clearly on the wall
Witnessing the nightly brawl
My father was an unhappy man
My mother trying the best she can
The combination explosive
Their relationship corrosive
Living life under cumulus clouds
Feeling like the dead covered in shrouds
I learned to fake
Even though my heart would ache
Every ounce of pain
They delivered without refrain
Hurting each other mercilessly
Only to be regretted remorsefully
Suffering the pain as a mortal
Damage to the psyche immortal
Communication with each other
Was really like no other
I was the chosen intermediary
Carrying their messages diligently
The peacekeeper of the house
Keeping family secrets quiet as a mouse
Too clever for my young age
I became the family sage
Learning the art of improvise
Trying to get parents to compromise
It was a huge burden to carry
Acting as their emissary
On the shoulders of someone so young
At eight years old this was no fun
They were unable to make decisions
There were only divisions
A merry go round of hostility
I finally had enough servility
If I had any potential
Then escape was essential
Breaking loose of that scene
When I was eighteen

Christine Bolton

Word Prompts of the day:

Potential

Clouds

Immortal

Present

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Save The Sailor From The Sea

Demoralized and discouraged
Surrender to the darkness
That will surely come
Life held in the balance
Leaving it heartless

Joy drowning
Breathless and weakened
Laughter comes no more
Spirit trodden and squashed
Thoroughly beaten

Treading the troubled water
Exhausted by endeavor
Resistance fading fast
Hope is lost at sea
Now gone forever

Voice weakened from the cry
Who would have listened
Words fallen on deaf ears
Nobody cared
He was as if imprisoned

Nothing left to fight for
Not one possibility
Insignificant and invisible
Was is life
Save the sailor from the sea

Christine Bolton

© 2018 Poetry for Healing

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Camaraderie

Camaraderie

When the chips are down
You’re not going to drown
Keep your eye on the prize
Focus on the game in hand
No more head in the sand
You are on the verge of a rise

You’ve developed your strength
Keeping enemies at arms length
You don’t let them see you sweat
You are the captain of your ship
Sailing at quite a clip
There is no need for a drift net

How did you find your force?
Did you dig deep for the source?
The camaraderie of good souls
Is likely the healing answer
To this malignant cancer
Giving you the ultimate control

Leaning on your friends
Not having to make amends
Is the support we all need
Reach out when you’re drowning
There’s no time for accounting
Or we die in the weeds

Christine Bolton

Word of the Day Challenge: Camaraderie

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Fight

Fight

I choose no fight
Portraying only composure
When you are less than happy
I feel trapped in this enclosure

Nothing can lift your darkness
No matter how I endeavor
Angry at the world
Aiming at whomever

Your words delivered
With such fervor
Those that hear them
Display a shiver

Eyes blinded in rage
Not seeing where your words fall
Nothing can stop this onslaught
We are heading for a brawl

My only defense is offence
Fight is necessary to survive
You’ve put me in a corner
There is no time to contrive

I will come out swinging
It is the only way I know
Whose voice is louder
Such pain to bestow

The battle of words continues
There are no winners or losers
It continues for several days
This championship of accusers

A road to nowhere
Why do we insist on going
Taking us down the dark path
The destination unknowing

When will it end
For it most surely should
I am all cried out now
It has done neither of us any good

Christine Bolton

Word of the Day Challenge Fervor

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Nefarious

Nefarious

She is kind and thoughtful
Sweet and kind
Always gracious to all
In a peaceful state of mind

She may have discovered herself
In the age of Aquarius
But make no mistake
This angel can be nefarious

Yes poised and serene
Loving all who cross her path
Yet if you mess with her
You will suffer her wrath

This flower child hippy
With love for everyone
Will make your life hell
And you’ll wish to be gone

A feminist who fought
And burned her bra
For her rights as a human
And she is nobody’s squaw

A princess warrior
Grounded and secure
She has fought hard
Admiration is hers to procure

Respect for everyone
If you wish it to be returned
There is no superior gender
Equality is deserved

Christine Bolton

In response to Word of The Day Challenge Nefarious

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