Lost

Lost

Little boy
What are you doing?
Are you hiding
from someone
or just fooling?
 
You are lost you say
as you look through tears
Let me help you
We’ll find mommy
no need for fears
 
You were playing
hide and seek
with your siblings
You forgot how to count
so, you decided to peek
 
No one was there
and off you went
calling out loud
not finding anyone
as if you lost the scent
 
It felt like forever
you were searching
No one came to get you
Scared and now hungry
Night time approaching
 
Voices in the distance
Brought hope to his heart
Parents screaming joy
Their boy had been found
Never again to be apart
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant's what Do You See
Photo Challenge
 

Crosshairs

Crosshairs

I am innocent, yet
you raise your eyebrows
and shake your head
I saw you pull a face
thinking I didn’t notice
It’s what you do
never what I said
 
I am in the crosshairs
Second time this week
I looked the wrong way
or maybe said something
you didn’t want to hear
You are bad-tempered
and one of us will pay
 
Always an excuse
to justify your mood
it’s this or it’s that
How convenient! 
What is obvious
as always
it will end in a spat
 
Innocent but guilty
I never look for a fight
Yet I get to bounce
off your personality
zig zagging like a pinball
until I am dizzy
and then I’m trounced
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Obvious

Eyebrows

Crosshairs

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Indulgence

Indulgence

Like silk on my skin
soft and seductive
an exquisite sensation
and so very destructive
Stroking my shoulders
with your nimble fingers
feathery, light
Letting the touch linger
 
I want to sing hallelujahs
Take me to the church
Drowning in erotica
before you I do smirch
Gloried in the commonplace
made weird, I am at a loss 
for words to describe
this, which I feared
 
A hedonistic existence
of pleasures fulfilled
regardless of its effect
on lives to rebuild
Looking for escape
from blurred lines
unable to distinguish
or read the danger signs
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Escape

Distinguish

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The Neutral Zone

The Neutral Zone

There was a sadness
enveloping her
that could not be shaken
She knew why
and could not share
for it would be mistaken
 
It was always there
just below the surface
A pool of emotions
One comment delivered
the wrong way
could spark an explosion
 
The neutral zone
in a divided family
The burden heavier by the day
Allowing others their comfort
While hers was ignored
Gnawing and clawing away 
 
Suspended in limbo
Going neither this way or that
Appeasing each side
Tears shed only in private
Good for everyone, when
her feelings she’d hide
 
Not having a solution
for the awful predicament 
She let it ride
One day someone
would notice
how hard she tried
 
An inability to be forthright 
with the parties involved
Her plight repressive
Fearful to alienate
those she loved
Her symptoms now depressive
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to V.J's Weekly Challenge - In Between

Word Prompt:

Forthright

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