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Free At Last

Free At Last

As night turned into day
the light in the dingy room
depressed me more
and I slipped beyond gloom

Overcome with sadness
my feelings I tried to repress
Teardrops fell from my eyes
and I was clearly in distress

Through my moments of crazy
I saw the parcel on the floor
It was a box tied up with string
I hadn’t noticed it before

Who could it belong to
No name and address supplied
I opened it cautiously
Considering the contents inside

A leather bound book
With a letter addressed to me
This is your time, it said
Get up and be set free

No more sadness now
This is the end of the wrath
Your time has come at last
You are now on the glide path

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Dingy

Parcel

Repress

Glide

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Freedom

Freedom
did not come easy
She fought hard
for what was truly hers
Stolen from her
with his lying words
feeding her ego
Promising a fantasy

She could not recall
When it happened
One day he had control
and he ruled her world
Her voice stolen
and thoughts buried deep
unable to share
This the beginning
of her downfall

Increasingly taciturn
she allowed him
to become her mouthpiece
She cooked and cleaned
and wore what he chose
Her once professional
appearance now quaint
She had become his slave
Reaching a point of no return

Inside her silent anger raged
What had she become?
A shadow of her former self
Until the day she found
her strength
and voice
Reaching out to those
Who could help
free her from the cage

Reflecting on her bondage
She pondered the cause
of her personal plight
Her heart had made the decision
Her brain, the excuses
Her head finally argued
and liberty became hers
Now she flies solo
Never again a hostage

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Quaint

Taciturn

Personal

Solo

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Mosaic

Mosaic

This is where I want to be
With people eager and free
Different looks and colored hair
Seems a place where we can share
A diverse cultural melting pot
We get to see what each other’s got
Learning to respect our neighbors
and appreciating their labors
New colors, sights and sounds
Different foods to be found
Some have suffered like we cannot imagine
Escaping a vile and dictatorial faction
Needing our comfort and kindness
Along with some color blindness
We all bring something to the table
It is not necessary to label
We can learn a lot with an open heart
Our mosaic life is an abstract art

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Helene Vaillant at Willow Poetry’s “What Do You See” Photo Prompt  Mosaic

 

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Deviate

Trucking along the road

Disregarding life’s load

Taking advantage of the free ride

Letting someone else be the guide

Never to deviate from the course

Using another as the centrifugal force

Having lost all sense of being

You are now merely sightseeing

A shadow of your former self

Resembling an object on a mantle shelf 

Used and abused with no voice

You have forgotten that you have a choice

Pave your own way out of that hell

All stigma attached you must dispel

You have the strength to be reborn

Heal the parts of you that are worn

Find yourself once more

Start walking to that door

On the other side is hope

A new life is not beyond your scope

Christine Bolton

Word of the Day Challenge: Deviate

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Nature’s Gift

The cooling breeze was welcome
An antidote to the sweltering day
Giving way for an enjoyable walk
Along the front of the bay

Pelicans sitting on the pilings
Watching the fish brought from the boats
Patiently waiting for scraps
To guzzle down their throats 

Rounding the marina
Observing the luxury on display 
A family posing for pictures
On their own special day

Dogs being walked
Children playing on the grass
Couples picnicking on blankets
Champagne drunk from cut glass

Kayaks traversing the water
Paddle boarders staying upright
Sails blocking the low sun
As day prepares for night

Seagulls emphatically cawing
Only they know at whom
Food has probably been espied
A plan of action one assumes

Some dolphins frolic off the shore
Arcing in the water
Flipping the fish they play with
As I continue my saunter

Energy from the water
Is calming to the mind
A day full ups and downs
The stresses left behind

As the sun drops on the horizon 
I give thanks for the therapy
A healing balm
Nature provides for free

Christine Bolton

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