Broken

Broken
Broken like the clock
On the mantle
Broken like the wing
Of a Bird
Broken like
The egg in the bowl
Broken like the silence
Of the words never heard

A heart left in pieces
After you rendered your speech
You have exited my world
And you are now out of reach

Feeling shattered and
Broken in a thousand parts
It is the sliver of glass
That is optimism in my heart

I struggle to sweep the
Remaining fragments of my dream
Strewn in explosion
A world of hope to redeem

Broken like branches of a tree
That has slowly bent and withered
I am crippled by the performance
So cruelly delivered

Broken is my spirit
Reparation unlikely to come
Broken is this heart
The grief to which I must succumb

Christine Bolton

In response to today’s Word Prompt – Broken

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Juxtapose

Juxtapose

Opposites attract
Looking ill at ease
Their differences obvious
Like chalk and cheese

Their ability is
To look within
Their similarities
Is where they begin

Their outsides are
Merely just an overcoat
Which can be shed
Without anyone’s vote

Unaffected by the inconsistency
Of their packaging
They unite in harmony
Rising above remarks so damaging

Fearless fighters
Overcoming adversity
They protect each other
Ignoring the absurdity

Their heads held high
They partner side by side
Looking an odd pair
With noting to hide

Love is blind
But they see so clearly
The heart of each other
Given so sincerely

Christine Bolton

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Downward Spiral

The feeling of hopelessness
Covers me in its dark shroud
I am dragged into this pit
Of gloom and I go willingly

The barometric pressure of the day
Is wreaking havoc in my mind
Confusion has become a familiar companion
On my journey into this wilderness

Clarity is nowhere to be found
As I stumble on the rocks of desperation
Blindly searching for reasons why
My life has put me here

Spiraling downward out of control
I reach for something to break my fall
Words of reason are lost in this fog
Incomprehensibly jumbled and out of my grasp

My ascent from this purgatory
Is hindered by such feelings of despondency
With my energy drained
I fear I will drown in my misery

In time the greyness of the sky
Pulls me slowly from the blackness
The accompanying wind pushing me up
So that I may breathe again

Christine Bolton

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Dark versus Light

 

Being a fairly new blogger some of you are slowly getting to know me through my poetry and things I care deeply about.  Looking back through the work that I have yet to share with you, it is clear that my writing stems from experiencing some dark moments in my life.  To me it was a therapeutic way to deal with life’s challenges. Although I have included some of these darker poems in my recent posts, I have certainly tried lately to lighten the mood with some sweeter sounding prose.   I have been using the Daily Prompts from WordPress to ignite something inside me and send me on a creative path.  I think it has been working, as I would never have thought to write anything entitled ‘Archaic’ but I did and I was quite pleased with the result!

As I am at a happy point in my life I have started to write some more enlightening poetry and hope you will enjoy it.  My intention is to post at least one uplifting poem a week just so you know I’m not a totally miserable wreck of a person!

I still truly believe that there are many benefits to writing out your thoughts, good and bad, Whether you write in a journal or put your words into poetry it can have a healing effect.  It has helped me my whole life and I’m not going to stop anytime soon.

Thanks for listening and hope you enjoy my writing.

Below is something lighthearted.

Love is Alive and Well

Yes it’s me I’m still here
You thought I had suffocated
As it happens I am alive and well
News of my demise has been grossly overrated

I am here once more
On display In all my splendor
Words of spoken passion and undying devotion
Always wondrous and tender

I am love and I conquer all
So they always say
I shoot a transfusion to your heart
So you know you’re alive for another day

Although I can be broken and stomped on
More times than you will ever know
I can also be buried deep down
And refuse to come out fearing another blow

My resilience is remarkable
Although I sometimes refuse to believe
That I can still be alive after so much pain
So for me you should surely grieve

At times I choose to hibernate
In my prepared burrow
It protects me and keeps me safe
When I fear of letting go

As Love I get to live another day
Being always brave and fearless
Laying it out there and you will point your arrows
And I will forever show you forgiveness

Christine Bolton

Where there is love there is life. Mahatma Gandhi

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Famous or Infamous?

Famous

Famous 

Famous or infamous
Which is better
Do you want to be revered
And live by the letter

Or do you want to be remembered
For some outrageous act
Shocking the world
That you want to attack

Craving attention
Loving the notoriety
If there is no goodness inside
Is this the best you have for society

Responsibility comes with
Any kind of fame
Are you up for it
Can you take the pain

Surely you must know that
Kindness always wins
Your behavior will be in the spotlight
Everyone will be looking for your sins

Be famously good
Not infamously cruel
The world needs to be inspired
Not someone changing the rules

Egregious behavior will
Never be accepted
So think carefully
Or you could be rejected

Famous is what you need my friend
If you want to be remembered
It’s the only way to be
Or else you will be censored

Christine Bolton

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Archaic

Archaic

Am I old fashioned
Or an old fashionista
Is my lifestyle obsolete
Or is it just a feature
Are my thoughts archaic
My language out of vogue
I like to think I’m hip
And I like to go a bit rogue
Too many people
Stuck in the past
With outdated ideologies
So don’t bother to ask
Move with the times
Keep your thoughts tamed
Styles come and go
But your integrity maintained
Practice acceptance of all
No room for outdated thinking
We live in a global society
It has no sign of shrinking

Christine Bolton

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Disaster

Disaster

In the wake of disaster
I swim in turbulent waters
I drown in sorrow

The water takes me down
So I can wallow in my sadness
It is the end of my world

I let it take me to wherever
Nothing matters anymore
My life is over as I know it

Wait

This is wrong
This is for me to decide
What am I doing?

I cannot let this suck the life from me
I kick hard and force my legs to push me up
Fight and fight hard

No one can take this away from me
Even though I was robbed mercilessly
Of my love, my self-respect

My heart is strong enough to repair
My dignity resilient
My soul you can never take

At the surface I gasp for breath
Drawing it deep into my lungs
I will survive

Christine Bolton

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Assumption

This is one of my favorite words and I will explain why in a moment.  Assumption is the belief that you have all you need to know to make a decision.  To assume without the full facts can automatically make you weak and uninformed. I find this incredibly sad and wonder why people do this. A rush to judgement maybe?  No interest to learn more?  We are not mind readers and without full knowledge we are ignorant of the truth.

I have always been someone who loves to ask questions and learn more about others I come into contact with.  We all have a story and its fun to discover.  Personally I find it very tiresome when you are introduced to someone and he/she immediately launches into a monologue of what they do, what they own, how much they paid for their house, how much they earn, blah, blah, blah. To murder a phrase here, You bored me at Hello! I prefer meeting a person who enters into a back and forth dialogue and you can equally enjoy getting to know about each other and you might actually learn something interesting.

Having worked with many people from all over the world, I was always the inquirer.  It was my job to engage, find the mutual ground, and build a relationship.  I could not assume anything, as I needed the facts.  This was good for me and I found it fascinating.  On the other hand I came to realize how many people have a form of identity crisis or low self-worth and they have a strong need for approval of their achievements. That’s where you end up with the monologue.

When one person is doing all the talking and not asking the other any questions, then they are assuming they know everything they need to know about you, right or wrong.  You are automatically put in a pigeonhole and filed away.  I cannot begin to tell you how many people I have known professionally for a number of years who have said to me on discovery, “Oh I didn’t know you were married” or “I didn’t know you had a son”.  “You have traveled all over the world? Really? I didn’t know that”.  They never bothered to ask!  This is why I love the word assumption.  For me it has been a showstopper!  I have watched their mouths drop when they did actually take the time to find out more about me.  I just think what a shame that these ‘legends in their own minds’ just don’t know what they don’t know!

Assumption

You are full of hot air
Blowing out so hard
Yes, you are amazing you think
But actually I’m feeling quite scarred

You could empty a room
By making an entrance
Your reputation precedes you
It’s becoming a hindrance

So busy talking
You don’t see the signs
Our eyes are rolling in our heads
I wish you could read our minds

Talking about only yourself
Is so very indulgent
Your assumption is that
We are less important

You assume so much
You think you know me well
But I have a surprise for you
Yet I won’t be able to tell

By doing what you do
You are missing the best
Everyone is interesting
If only you were less self-impressed

So comes the day
When you are forced to be quiet
And someone else takes the stage
And your tongue falls out

Do you see what you miss
By hearing only you
There’s a whole world out there
And you could learn a thing or two

Interesting is good
But interested is better
Learn from what you hear
Not from your own chatter

Knowledge is power
For all who subscribe
Your history is yours
Enough of your diatribe

So interesting I’m sure
The talk of your tale
But please excuse me sir
I need another cocktail

Christine Bolton

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Disappear

Disappear

Please let the hole open
Under my frozen feet
Swallow me completely
So I will never repeat
The humiliation is too much
For this stupid girl to endure
Take me now
I just want to disappear

Why did I tell him
How I was feeling
He didn’t even know I existed
Until this morning
Allowing fantasies to rule my head
It was so very cavalier
What was I thinking
I just want to disappear

I have adored him from afar
Thoughts of him filled my head
To the point I assumed he knew me
Oh I wish I were dead!
I am now so embarrassed
As I saw his face give a sneer
My life as I know it is over
I just want to disappear

Christine Bolton (Age 13…well I was then!)

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Hope

Hope

There are so many people in the world who through no fault of their own go without the basic things in life.  Food, shelter, love, income, family and in some cases even a country. Such hardship and suffering exists both at home and abroad.  One thing they do all have is hope.  Hope is omnipresent and deep within all of us.  It reminds us we are alive and there is still a chance that things will get better.  We cling to it as if our life depends on it because without hope there is nothing. We have all experienced some form of despair at low times and we can feel very alone.  It made me realize how just simple gestures from those we know, and also from strangers, can make such a difference to our lives and ease some of the suffering.  A kind thought costs us nothing neither does spending a little of our time with someone who is lonely.  Sharing some food could be the difference between going to bed hungry or not for a desperate person.  If we can be anything in this life, shouldn’t we be kind?

Hope

The light at the end of the tunnel
A glimmer of something outside of pain
The thread you hang on to
So life would not be in vain

A hand keeping your head above water
Someone saying a kind word
Breaking through the silence
Like the gentle song of a bird

The five dollar bill in your jeans
That made it through the wash
You’re going to make it by any means
Your dreams will not be squashed

Optimism in the face of adversity
Don’t let them ever get you down
Pessimism is not in your lexicon
A big hug to wipe away that frown

Wishes to be granted
A talk back from the ledge of despair
The kindness of those you don’t know
Who will send up a prayer

A good wish from a stranger
Someone aware of your heartache
A basket of food left at your door
Or perhaps a homemade cake

These gestures are so small to many
But those who are down on their luck
Will absorb them like a sponge
Because that’s all they have to get unstuck

Sometimes hope is all we have
When times make it hard to cope
Life can take more that it will give
But in the end there is always hope

Christine Bolton

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