Independence

I must admit, not being a born American, I have always had a problem with July 4th, Independence Day.  I just never quite got the hang of it!  Thanksgiving was much easier.  It was like Christmas only earlier.

However this year it is much more meaningful.  Not because of the food and fireworks, but because of what independence and freedom means. I was not a refugee and I had no language barriers, so for all intents and purposes it should have been an easy transition, right?  Yes, the paperwork and interviews etc. were easy.  But leaving behind family and friends was daunting even for an adventurer like me. Immigration can be quite an isolating experience.

So this year as I witness the cruel and unusual treatment the immigrants are receiving at our borders, I feel ashamed. How could this wonderful country, which opened it arms to me and the people from the other 84 nations that stood next to me at my naturalization ceremony, behave in such a way?  Babies, yes babies, torn away from their mothers and put in cages.  It is truly shocking.  These immigrants are just wanting a better and safe life for their families. They are escaping tyranny and dictators.  A concept hard for the average American to wrap his arms around.

So on this day of independence try and put yourself in someone else’s shoes, for just a moment.  Imagine their plight, their heartache and their longing for independence and be grateful for what we have.

Thank you for listening.

Today’s poem is in response to  Word of the Day Challenge – Independence

Independence

Not American born
I come from overseas
An immigrant you would say
With no communicable disease

I am white and English speaking
What could be better than that
I do not look at it that way
I am no aristocrat

The plight of immigrants today
So poor as a church mouse
Treated like animals
Waiting for the slaughter house

They want what we have
There is no villainy
As did your forefathers
They escape the tyranny

If you can be anything
Be thoughtful and kind
It’s the independence they crave
Lady Justice is blind

Christine Bolton

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Cover Of Darkness

Cover of Darkness

The sun burst forth
In its morning resplendence
Flowers opened their hearts
For the bees’ appetence

This was the day
You returned to me
All those repressed emotions
Were suddenly set free

Optimism and happiness
Took my sadness away
A bright future together
It was meant to be this way

But for sometime now
You have woven a shroud
Heavy and dark
Smothering light like a cloud

Suffocating and repressing
You navigate the darkness with ease
Familiar to you
It is your expertise

A cover of negativity
Asphyxiating and disharmonious
Fabricated of hatred and anger
Ultimately dichotomous

Exposure of pain
So unmercifully hidden
Yearns for a saving breath
Why is it forbidden

Grasping at the cloth
Searching for a hole
So I can breathe the air
And save my wounded soul

Positivity and love
Is not your blanket of comfort
Power and control
Always triumphant

Knowing I’m not the reason
For this obfuscation
Does not excuse your actions
You are rocking our foundation

Happiness is my lifeline
Without it I will suffocate
Let the sunlight through the weave
Why must you arrogate

This dark blanket of desolation
Is slowly killing me
Taking the breath from my body
Why don’t you see?

Christine Bolton

Word of the Day Challenge Exposure

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Melancholy

The anger finally subsided
We have gone to different places
The storm raged furiously
You showed so many faces

Feeling shell-shocked
Confusion took its stranglehold
Not knowing which end is up
I feel uncontrolled

Divide and conquer
Who is running this game
We are weakened by this strategy
Our sanity to reclaim

Tempers are tempered
Thoughts to clarify
Where does the fault lie
When we both feel the need to justify

Do not stand in judgment
We are equally to blame
We have forgotten the rules
Of this stupid game

An inexplicable calm
Eventually filled the room
A sense of loss came over me
Dismal and doom

You’re no longer here
I am lonely for you
Lets stop this now
I am melancholy and blue

Christine Bolton

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In response to Fandango’s one one word challenge: Judgement

Serendipity

Is it Serendipity
Or just stupidity
Searching for you
Looking for affinity
Hoping for sensitivity
Can I see this through

Hopes are raised
Personalities praised
Skipping a heartbeat
Eyes are glazed
Not amazed
Once more repeat

A merry-go-round
In an adult playground
Is there a better way
You just want to mess around
Another king uncrowned
Try again another day

Christine Bolton

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