Tag: freedom

Blog, Survival

Is Freedom Really Free?

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Is Freedom Really Free?

I had longed for this day
It marked the start of freedom
My release from under your thumb
To be me and not your version of me

I struggle to remember what I was like
How I used to smile and poke fun
Bringing joy to those who valued me
I was lost in the fury of your wake 

The lead up to my release
was like crawling through molasses 
As my heart raced, your demands
tethered me in place, a domestic prisoner

Delaying the obvious pushed me in a corner
What you hoped to achieve was a lost cause
Metaphorically speaking, I came out swinging
Did this have to end so acrimoniously?


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Blog, Hope

Living In Hope

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One more angry word
from nowhere
is another dose of arsenic
poisoning my soul

Living in the constant chaos
Of your existence
I pray for eviction
Freedom from your madness

To write on a clean slate
With different words
Creating a new story
of hope and happiness

The answer is there
in my secret dreams
One day I will find
the courage to fly


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All Rights Reserved

Prompts

Clean Slate - RDP
Answer - FOWC
Blog, Discovery

Liberty

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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

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Freedom

		

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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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Reborn

		

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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:


Abscond


Verdant


Abstain


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This Time

		

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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:


Striving


Duck


Obsolete


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