Silent sounds
music
to a wounded soul
Pure air
oxygen
to a jumbled brain
Birdsong
soothing
to a fractured heart
Perception
enhanced
by the senses
An epiphany
never
to forget
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent's weekly
Write/Photo challenge
Daily Word Prompts
Forget - Word of the Day
Animal sounds - Stream of Consciousness
Perception - RDP
Epiphany - FOWC
She stood fearlessly
On the balcony wall
One more step
And she could end it all
Not that she would
She just wanted to scare
A brief moment of power
Silently saying a prayer
What is the point
of anything anymore
His hateful words
had cut her to the core
Time and again
she would acquiesce
Living with him
was like a game of chess
She always had to be
Two steps ahead
To know what was coming
Or fear to tread
This day was like
Just any other
She was only breathing air
But to him it was a bother
He was irritated as usual
With what she was doing
A fight ensued
It was always brewing
Emergency vehicle sirens
Sounding in the distance
Probably coming for her
To offer their assistance
Digging deep in her soul
Searching for serendipity
This is letting him win
She’d had an epiphany
Stepping down from the ledge
Her strength had returned
The power was hers
The tide had turned
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #16 – Catch me when I fall
Photo by Megan Wood on Unsplash
Desperate to escape the chaos
I reach for my formula of medicine
Journal and writing implements in hand
Slipping quietly into oblivion
My thoughts become an epiphany
Exploding in my head
Furiously I write them down
Capturing all before they are dead
The clear night
Gave forth to brilliant stars
Lighting the sky
Like a fireflies in jars
The soft breeze
Was calming my soul
Musical leaves fluttering
I will soon again be whole
My words move quickly
Across the page
Reminiscent of ballerinas
Dancing on a stage
My heart empties
Its tears of pain
Forming verse so beautiful
Reminding me I am sane
When inside my head
Becomes dark and captured
I can set the demons free
With writings enraptured
Flowing effortlessly
Like waters in a stream
Unleashed onto paper
As if in a dream
Therapy for my head
The jumbled pieces of my brain
Coming together in harmony
My heart does not beat in vain
The pen is mightier than the sword
My words are my power
Grounded by my enlightenment
While adversaries inhabit ivory towers
Christine Bolton