Category: Survival

Composure

Composure

Elegant and dignified
I try to remain
Although extremely hard
When you are killing my brain

Blindsided by the onslaught
It came from out of left field
Words crossed in anger
Like weapons to wield

The accelerant used
To me was unknown
My confidence lost in the flames
I’m now in the danger zone

Regaining my composure
When we are out of sync
Unaware of the cause
Takes me to the brink

To jump off the cliff
Escaping the pain
Is an option considered
Again and again

As if being on the front lines
Of a battleground
How I wish to alight
This merry-go-round

Now tongue-tied
I can only stare
In disbelief
Of what got us here

The war of our words
Escalated to implausible heights
Drained of energy
I surrender the fight

Christine Bolton

In response to the daily Word Prompt: Elegant

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Frazzled

Frazzled

I’m frazzled of late
It seems to be my fate
I work so hard to be
Completely in charge of me
Only allowing a wrinkle or two
To distort the view
Of a drama-free life
Without a hint of strife
This is what I hope to achieve
As long as I can believe
That when things go a little haywire
I can extricate myself from the murky mire

I’m frazzled of late
Did I lock the back gate?
Did I give the dog his dinner?
So much to consider
I forgot to look
And that’s all it took
I’ll have to return home
I should have put an alert on my phone
Now I’ve forgotten my keys
It like a disease
Why did I change my purse?
It is as good as a curse

I’m frazzled of late
Everything will have to wait
Nothing is going right today
From the schedule I mustn’t stray
I just need to prioritize my list
So nothing will get missed
The pressure is getting too much to bear
I feel like I’m getting nowhere
Please make the world stop for a minute
So I can adjust and be in it to win it
I’m running in circles with shoes untied
Tripping up and landing broadside

I’m frazzled of late
And feeling the weight
Keeping the balls in the air
With time to spare
Is a thing of the past
Why couldn’t it last?
Never, ever be late
For that important date
What happened to me?
That I could not see
Has the World gone crazy?
Or have I just been lazy

I’m frazzled of late

Christine Bolton

In response to the Daily Word Prompt: Frazzle

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Grace Under Pressure

Grace under pressure
Remember the rule
Keep your temper in check
And stay cool
Remain calm
Don’t blow your stack
Be cognizant of others
Even when no one has your back
Stay kind and thoughtful
Though you could scream right now
They are poking the embers
Of a fiery disposition, and how!
This is not a good place to be
And you know it too well
You are the rational one
But you will never tell
Let them crumble under the pressure
As they continue to stoke your fire
If only they knew
The agony of your ire
You are the better person
As you can walk away
They will be eaten by their anger
Because they will never call it a day

Christine Bolton

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