Wheels on Fire

Wheels on Fire

 
Covered in cotton candy
A sticky web of remnants
of your constant vitriol 
and a lifetime of resentments
I have become a victim
The lethargy of my depression
Slowly descending, delivering me
Into your aggression
 
Unable to heal your inner child
Only you can avenge your misery 
Take responsibility for that which you
Put out in the world, causing injury 
Uneasy in your presence
Fearful of your lashing fury
No more free passes
You must be your own jury
 
Hopeful for a path to take you away
From your addiction to your past
Uncomprehending the damage
You have done, leaving me aghast
Cruelly and constantly raking me
Over the emotional coals
Manipulating and threatening
Until you take my soul
 
Your mea culpa always too late
Empty words, save your breath
Delivering too many sucker punches
It has become a living death
Space between us can stop the wheel
There is no mystery to solve
Oil on the fire continues to inflame
We must begin to disinvolve
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Hopeful

Mystery

Deliver

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Resolution

Resolution


I carry guilt
As a child
As a mother
As a wife
I have carried it
my whole life
 
Everyone comes first
They always have
I would go without
Let them be happy
Let them be safe
There was never a doubt
 
But I am tired
I am weary
I am bruised
Yet I let it continue
What’s wrong with me
I just feel used
 
Today I want things
to be different
It will no longer be a tradition
Someone else
will take care
It’s not beyond cognition
 
I want no revenge
Only a segway
to another solution
Perhaps everyone
will understand
It’s my New Year resolution
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Tradition

Segway

Revenge


Resolution

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Dirty Laundry





Dirty Laundry

Today my heart is heavy
Carrying the burden of you
Your pursuit of winning
no matter the cost
Leaving me not knowing what to do
 
You have sacrificed us
with no thought of consequence
Manipulating the truth
In glory of your own ego
To the point of dominance
 
The self-indulgent splurge
on your version of the facts
Leaving me shocked
from my senses
Like a blow from an axe
 
Since the inception of us
I knew the monster was there
A damaged soul 
needing comfort
and round the clock care
 
Living in an alternate reality
Where enemies are everywhere
A dystopian society
Confusing the innocent
With those who don’t care
 
Pouring dirt on the pristine
love that we had
You have sullied
something beautiful
I’m left wounded and sad
 
At the point of no return
We are at an impasse
Like dogs chasing their tails
Going forever in circles
This time we will not surpass
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 

Word Prompts:

Dirt

Inception

Pursuit

Splurge

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Song Lyric Sunday – New

Today’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt from Helen Vahdati is “New”. I have chosen something from one of my favorite present day artists, Alicia Keys. it is her anthem, New York. I hope you enjoy it.

Lyrics - New York

Ooh, New York
Ooh, New York
 
Grew up in a town
That is famous as a place of movie scenes
Noise is always loud
There are sirens all around
And the streets are mean
If I can make it here
I could make it anywhere
That's what they say
Seeing my face in lights
Or my name in marquees found down on
Broadway
 
Even if ain't all it seems
I got a pocket full of dreams
 
Baby, I'm from New York!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York!
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York!
(New York, New York, New York)
 
On the avenue
There ain't never a curfew, ladies work so hard
Such a melting pot
On the corner selling rock
Preachers pray to God
Hail a gipsy cab
Takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Someone sleeps tonight
With a hunger for more then an empty fridge
 
I'm going to make it by any means
I got a pocket full of dreams
 
Baby I'm from New York!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York!
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York!
(New York, New York, New York)
 
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty
No place in the world that can compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
 
New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York!
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York!
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