Tag: healing

Wounded

Wounded

I love your gentleness
Even though I see your fire
You are a wounded soul
Who fights
I feel your ire

Rugged exterior
But silently brooding
Your spirit bruised
Its power immense
But always eluding

Your head
is lit by the moon
Your heart
darkened by the storms
Your body has been hewn

Let me heal you
Protect you from harm
Light the way
Out of the tunnel
And your enemies disarm

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Rugged

Silent

Immense

Moonlit

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Pound of Flesh

Pound of Flesh

Revenge was apparent
after she had been violated
He had taken what was hers
Her body abused, desecrated

There was an air of desperation
She wanted justice served
Eventually it came and
he got what he deserved

Finally what had been craved
Was now hers to feast
But that plump, pound of flesh
Was not as filling, not in the least

She could not fathom why
Retribution was not hers
Hibernation became routine
The outside world now a blur

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Apparent

Plump

Fathom

Routine

Hibernate

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Different Animals

Different Animals

Anticipating your response
Of what will surely come
I brace for the onslaught
My nerves tightening
As I become more fraught

Vacillating the point
Until we were drained
Back and forth and back again
Wishing it would end
But the winner does not yet reign

Storming off in anger
I see you under the lamppost
Smoking a cigarette
Exhausted from the argument
I prefer solitude feeling a threat

After an abundance of angst
You come back in the house
Our boiling has lowered to a simmer
Your eyes find mine
and hope is now a glimmer

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Anticipate

Brace

Vacillate

Lamppost

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Recovery

Recovery

My capacious heart
Full of affection
Secretes slowly
The love you need
Like an intravenous injection

Your wounded soul
Beaten and bruised
Crying to be nurtured
And healed
No longer misused

Let me nourish
Your spirit and mind
With milk and honey
Infuse them with strength
Until once more entwined

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Capacious

Secrete

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Unsafe Harbor – A Quadrille

Unsafe Harbor

You promised to love me

and to protect me always

Through thick and thin

for the rest of our days

 

However you lied to me

and my heart was broken

I harbor no ill will toward you, but

another word will never be spoken

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to D’verse Poets Monday Quadrille Challenge by Lillian –  Harbor

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words (excluding the title)

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Therapy

Therapy

Drawing her strength
being in the elements
Her mentor had become nature
Walking at the golden crepuscule
when the sun disappeared
was her portraiture

Beauty surrounding her
her mind felt cleansed
The coolness of the evening
calming the activity of the day
Having ample space to breathe
the experience healing

With clarity of mind
She realized now
her street smarts never failed her
Her instincts were right
A wolf in disguise
His identity a saboteur

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Element

Mentor

Crepuscule

Smart

Ample

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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:

Abscond

Verdant

Abstain

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Game On

Just a game to you

You played because you could

Your unfiltered words and actions

a green light to those who contained

their hatred

No thought or dedication

or ability to multitask

Let alone read

Communication skills nonexistent

Your statistics will be great indeed

Destined for the history books

Headlining

The Biggest loser of all time

You are the antithesis of a hero

Orange is the new black

and you will wear it well

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Game

Multitask

Hero

Orange

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Vicious Cycle

Vicious Cycle

When one’s truth is not spoken
Lines become blurred
Wandering through a fog
Not knowing what was heard

One miscommunication can multiply
Assumptions are for the lazy
Not reading between the lines
Can make things hazy

You understand this
I understand that
Knocking heads together
Trying to avoid another spat

From the comfort of the non-committal
You let things fall where they may
When it is not what you expect
The accusations begin the fray

A tempestuous relationship
Rocking the stability of the union
Blinded by anger
Is living with delusion

A lesson to be learned
Listen to what is said
Stand up for your rights
Being careful where you tread

There is no right
There is no wrong
It is a respect for the other
A commitment to staying strong

Speaking your truth
Not playing any games
Planning accordingly
Avoiding the obvious pain

Expecting the worst
Hoping for the best
Grace under pressure
And always honesty expressed

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Stability

Tempestuous

Grace

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