Haiku
The road to freedom
is paved with potholes and traps
Navigate slowly
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Sun. Aug. 18, 2019
Tag: freedom
Liberty
Liberty
Dance with your inner child
Break free from the rusted chains
that have bound you and
run like the wind of hurricanes
Bask in the golden hues of the sun
Wander the streets until you are lost
Lay on the floor of the forest
Until you feel the first frost
Climb far reaching mountain peaks
Let a waterfall shower your skin
Swim the seven seas
Holding onto a dorsal fin
Let yourself taste freedom
And remember how it feels
Devour it and own it
As if it were your last cooked meal
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Secret Keeper's Weekly Writing Prompt
Using 5 words - Dance, Inner, Break, Hue, Lost
Word Prompt - Cook
Photo by Darius Bashar on Unsplash
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:
Go Dog Go Cafe – Promote Yourself Monday
Reborn
Reborn
The fog gave way
to the morning sun
as it struggled to shine
on the cliffs of might
The wind thrashing
the sea grasses
Blowing away remnants
of the night
Walking slowly away
from the memories of you
Inhaling deep a freshness
of purity
What’s done is done
Your voice no more living in my ears
A cleansing freedom
surpassed in its finality
Passing the chewing sheep
oblivious to their own destiny
Seeing the wild blackberries
and fuchsia along the hedgerow
growing amongst ancient stone
Defining the verdant land of centuries
I am confident on my path
More than I could ever know
Absconding with my dignity
allowing nature to touch my senses
Cleansed by the falling rain
Abstaining from thoughts you neuter
without guilt or shame
I am reborn and whole once more
Breathing in my new found liberty
as I walk towards a new future
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
This Time
This time I will not buckle
My head is held high
I don’t have to listen to
Your angry words
That cause me to cry
This time I will succeed
I will stand up to you
No more make up
This time we break up
I cannot see this through
This time I will not give you
A platform on which to strand
You play both the victim
And the dictator
Delivering a back hand
This time I will not duck
Your words disguised as knives
I deflect them fearlessly
No scars this time
This cat has many lives
This time you’re not the man I love
You are someone unrecognizable
Nasty, accusatory and untruthful
Spewing your aggression
My pain is undeniable
This time it is different
I bear no fault for your behavior
Arrogance unbecoming
I am striving for freedom
Look elsewhere for a savior
This time I look ahead
Old feelings are obsolete
Eyes front and center
There’s no looking back
This chapter is now complete
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
What Happened To Us?
What happened to us?
Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses
Lady Liberty welcomes you
You can escape the classes
Come here, it will be safe
You will be able to flourish
Bring your family with you
So they can be nourished
America was founded
So those could flee
Oppression in their native land
Come to America and be free
Sadly this is not the case anymore
America has its own oppressor
Preposterous that he has been allowed
To become an aggressor
Putting children in cages
What a despicable plan
Crying for their Mama
The work of a bogeyman
How can this happen here
His party is enabling
He speaks only to his base
Dividing and dismantling
This is so far removed from liberty
What kind of person cannot relate
To the plight of these families
America is no longer great
Christine Bolton
Fandango one Word Challenge Preposterous