Senryu Pressure hangs heavy Unable to move my head Debilitating Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Sun. February 28, 2021
Tag: debilitating
Debilitating
The morning light was squinting
Through the bedroom shades
Few clouds in a sunny sky
The birds singing their serenades
Earl Grey in the teapot
A light breakfast prepared
Saying hello to the day
I thought I was prepared
It happened again
Without any warning
The monster reared its head
Leaving me in mourning
A verbal attack came
From nowhere I could see
Blindsided as usual
While I was drinking my tea
I said I was feeling better
Not a complaint or a question
Yesterday experiencing something minor
A simple statement, not aggression
Then how do I become
the target of your onslaught?
I didn’t do what you suggested
Is that really a fault?
Your words of anger
So hurtful and debilitating
You are angry because what?
I feel like it’s baiting
You are looking for a fight
I never know why
I am so totally unprepared
I have no battle cry
Your reactions to statements
Are so unbelievably strange
You attack and become the victim
Setting a scene to derange
Trying to wrap my arms
Around your state of mind
Incognizant of my own pain
It is you I have to find
Know suggestions can be useful
They are offered to awaken
Like opinions they cost nothing
Don’t be surprised if not taken
If I need help I would ask
If I need a doctor I would deduce
If I need support I would expect
What I don’t need is verbal abuse
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word of the Day Challenge Debilitate:
Affinity
Affinity
We are drifting apart
No words have been spoken
We no longer seem to have an affinity
The string on our yo-yo is broken
Like running against the wind
Or going in different directions
Our one has become two
And we have lost our connection
It is debilitating
To lose our other half
Sadness engulfs
And we no longer laugh
Not being with you
Can hurt so much
Like walking with a limp
When there used to be a crutch
Where did this go wrong
I will never understand
We were two peas in a pod
Anything we could withstand
My sense of self
Has begun to wane
An amputee
Suffering a loss with pain
The gild came off the rose
Followed by our rift
We did not take care
Of our precious gift
Our two broken pieces
Will never be mended
Damage was done
But any harm unintended
What is to be the next step
We will have to decide
I fear I will wander aimlessly
Without you at my side
Christine Bolton
Word Prompt of the Day Affinity