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Unhealed Wounds

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Unhealed Wounds

She saw herself 
again as a child
and wept
the same tears
The horror
of that day 
Carved in the mind
Deep, open wounds
that will never heal
Still Haunting 
Residing within her 
like a parasite
Eating away at her core
Her so called surprise gift
was that of domestic
sexual abuse
from someone trusted
A father figure
A family member
A manipulator
A maniac
A thief
who stole her life
Robbed her of dignity 
Demanding her silence
Here at this very place



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sadje’s What do you See photo challenge
Word  Prompts
Domestic - RDP
Maniac - FOWC 
A word beginning with CH - Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Protection

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Protection

As the sun casts its long shadows
and the eventual darkness threatens
I wipe the tear from your face
and hold you close to me
Taking on your pain so you,
my child, suffer no more
Your wellbeing my utmost concern
Protecting you from the bad dreams
that will surely come this night
 
Yes, the demons are always there
Unseen, invisible to the eye
Lurking in the hidden crevices
of your young mind
Thriving on your fear
But tonight they will not reach you
It is fortuitous that I am here
with you and I fear nothing
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Wellbeing - WotD
Fortuitous - RDP
Shadow - FOWC

Wherever You Will Go

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Wherever You Will Go

My child
from long before I saw you
I loved you
we were contiguous
attached biologically
and therefore emotionally
 
We will always be connected
No matter where
on this earth we will be
I will feel your joy
and also, your pain
Your blood coursing in my veins
 
The one thing in my life
of which I am proud
giving life to you
So you could
spread your wings
and do amazing things
 
When I am gone
Who will light your shadows?
If I could, then I would
I’ll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I’ll go wherever you will go
 
 
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Image by Gisela Merkuur from Pixabay

Gospel Isosceles is hosting D'Verse Poetics and has asked us
to share a song that has brought us to tears, and write a poem
about it.  I have chosen a song called "Wherever You Will Go" by The Calling.  It reminds me of my son when he was a teenager and how, as a parent, I wanted to protect him, always.  I cry whenever I hear it.  In the last stanza of my poem I have used some words from the song.
Below is the video.  I hope you enjoy it.







 
 

	    

	    	

	    	
	
	

	    	

		
		
A Poem for a Child

		

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A Poem for a Child





If the moon did ever
fall from the sky
or the sun remained
hidden from view
 
I would still love you
as sure as your eyes are blue
 
If the stars
disappeared one night
never to return
Or the oceans dried up
 
I would still love you
my little buttercup
 
If the trees caught fire
or the flowers dropped
all their petals and lay
dying in the dirt
 
I would still love you
More than ice cream dessert
 
If the birds
ever stopped flying
and the animals
one day began to sing
 
I would still love you
More than anything
 
If the sand
 suddenly melted
 Or the rain 
 fell sideways one day
 
I would still love you
 Come what may

If I battled an army
for your sheer delight
Or stopped a bullet
at the speed of light
 
I would still love you
You are my one delight
  
If I fought a tiger
Or stepped in front of a train
It would be for you
My precious child
 
I will love you forever
I am completely beguiled
 

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
Fall from the Sky

Delight

Battle

May




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Fearless

		

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A fearless warrior

Alone in her plight

Fighting for their existence

No one to help her and the child

Determined to go the distance


She walked through fire

but was not burnt by it

She circled her wagons

With her never ending fury

She slayed the dragons


She would fight tigers

For she was a mother

Crossing her you cannot afford

For the life of her daughter

She would fall on her sword


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week #48


Using the line She walked through fire but was not burnt by it


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Eight – Poem of the Month – August 2018

		

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Eight


When I was eight

Things were not so great

Life gave me such a kick

I grew up pretty quick

A child expecting a present

Instead was delivered unpleasant

My parents started fighting

Just the beginning of writing

That was clearly on the wall

Witnessing the nightly brawl

My father was an unhappy man

My mother trying the best she can

The combination explosive

Their relationship corrosive

Living life under cumulus clouds

Feeling like the dead covered in shrouds

I learned to fake

Even though my heart would ache

Every ounce of pain

They delivered without refrain

Hurting each other mercilessly

Only to be regretted remorsefully

Suffering the pain as a mortal

Damage to the psyche immortal

Communication with each other

Was really like no other

I was the chosen intermediary

Carrying their messages diligently

The peacekeeper of the house

Keeping family secrets quiet as a mouse

Too clever for my young age

I became the family sage

Learning the art of improvise

Trying to get parents to compromise

It was a huge burden to carry

Acting as their emissary

On the shoulders of someone so young

At eight years old this was no fun

They were unable to make decisions

There were only divisions

A merry go round of hostility

I finally had enough servility

If I had any potential

Then escape was essential

Breaking loose of that scene

When I was eighteen


Christine Bolton


Word Prompts of the day:


Potential


Clouds


Immortal


Present


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Gallivant – Daily Word Prompt

		

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My name is Christine

And I am a gallivanter


As a child growing up in England a million years ago, everyone used to book their annual vacation immediately after Christmas. At the back of each newspaper and magazine there were countless advertisements for holidays abroad. You would fill in a little section of the ad with your name and address and send it with a stamped and self addressed envelope. In a few weeks you’d receive a big glossy catalogue! When I was 7 or 8 years old I used to save my pocket money and buy stamps and envelopes so I could send away for all these fabulous free books on exotic places all over the world. My mother couldn’t understand my fascination and she thought my expectations were very lofty about wanting to see the world.


It never left me though and I became addicted to gallivanting!  I am fortunate in that I chose a travel industry career in sales and marketing. I worked for travel agents, a major airline and then fine hotels, ending up in private country clubs. Always working with people either planning a trip, actually traveling, or at their final destination. Of course my choices helped tremendously with the financial side of things and I was lucky enough to gallivant all over the world for next to nothing. I even ended up living overseas! I had the opportunity to follow my dream and I am a better person for it.  Traveling is an eduction by itself and it teaches you to be more accepting of everyone.


Someone said once, “Show me the child at 7 and I will show you the man” (Or woman!). He was right!


Dream


I wish I could travel

To the ends of the earth

So dreamed the child

Perhaps to Cairo or Perth


Learning different languages

Colorful Bazaars

Mystical places

Why not reach for the stars


Hang on to your dreams

Keep them close to your heart

Sometimes they are all you have

While you map the chart


The world is your oyster

It presents you with a pearl

Enjoy the wanderlust

And give it a whirl


What you envisage

Usually comes true

Keep dreaming on young thing

One day you’ll be saying adieu


Christine Bolton


I’m a little late with this submission but it’s such a great word!


Gallivant Word of the (Yester)Day


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