Tag: Pain

Weary

Weary

Weary of this game called love
Exhausted by rules always broken
to serve the other’s purpose
Watching you justify your own
unacceptable behavior
as I become a target for calumny
You have so few redeeming qualities
that there is little left to respect
Let alone love
Where is the man once so principled?
So courteous and kind
All I see is someone selfish and cruel
And I am too tired to do this anymore




Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Word Prompts

Calumny - RDP
Exhausted - Word of the Day
Redeem - FOWC

Down But Not Out – Poem of the Month – July 2021

Down But Not Out

Demeaned, dismissed, destroyed
Yes!
These are things that you have done to me
I fall down under the pressure of your assault
and I feel you stomping
on my goodness, my kindness
Hurting, bruising, humiliating
Yes!
I am defeated at these times
You kill me with your anger
and crush me with your words
I represent someone
you need to punish and assail
In your mind you have been triumphant
and I have been destroyed
but my spirit can never be broken
It will always be mine
 
 
Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved


Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting tonight at D'Verse Poets.  She has
prompted us with lines from Ernest Hemingway to inspire our poem.


I chose:

‘But man is not made for defeat,’ he said. ‘A man can be destroyed but not defeated.’
From The Old Man and the Sea

Image by KLEITON Santos from Pixabay 

Love Lies Bleeding

Love Lies Bleeding

The sun bleeds it’s last drop
of red into the ocean
Bidding farewell
to a day filled with raw emotion
Words weaponized
Driven in like daggers
Leaving scathing, open wounds
becoming forever scars
Tattooed reminders
on broken hearts
Uneven and crooked
Nerves stretched taught
like catgut strings on a guitar
Where one more pluck
will result in a snap
Rendering a melody
forever played out of tune


Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Prompts

Drive - Steam of Consciousness
Snap - FOWC

Insight – A Palinode

Part 1 - Misunderstood  (Prior Poem)

Your eyes no longer hide the truth
They have become the lens
to your dark soul
The bitterness written
between the lines of your face
Chiseled deep into the crevices
where it now resides
Dragging the once curve of a smile
into a permanent scowl
The magnitude of your suffering
living on display for all to see
Your strange, misunderstood past
responsible for a demeanor 
that pushes friendship away
Making it impossible for anyone
to come close so they might
know more of your story and pain
Part 2 - Insight

What a difference a day can make
The light in your eyes
flickers ever so slightly
A weight carried heavily
on your weary shoulders
is now a little lighter 
Shadows of a smile
can be seen more often
as hope returns to your closed heart
Opening it wider to receive
the good blessings being
showered on you once more
Friends never left you
Remaining on the periphery
of your life for when
you needed them most

 
Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Grace is hosting Meet at the Bar at D'Verse Poets tonight
and has prompted us with a Palinode.
A palinode or palinody is an ode or song that retracts or
recants a view or sentiment to what the poet wrote in a previous poem. 
The writing challenge is to write a palinode. This can be in relation
to a poem you have written before (please link or include prior poem),
or as part of poem e.g. Palinode by Monica Youn.

Image by Hier und jetzt endet leider meine Reise auf Pixabay 😢 from Pixabay 

Stolen Love – A Puente

Stolen Love

Closeness of two bodies 
Huddled in chilly night air
Promises whispered 
in white smoke breath
Impending separation
Daunting, destroying
 
~ Togetherness uncertain ~
 
Stolen love has a price to pay
Lying to one, lying to all
Saying what has been said
to another is second-hand love
Impure and sullied
Unhappiness, loneliness
 
 
Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Merril is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted
us with "Bridge".  We may either use the word in a poem
or write a "Puente". A poem linking two stanzas by a bridge (a puente)

Photo Pixabay

To Hell With You Janus

To Hell With You Janus

Janus you are two-faced
A god who wants it both ways
Pedantic and limiting
One face looking back,
your rush for us to end a year
One face looking forward,
you fill us with expectations
Promising us all that is new
is, as always, deceitful
 
This month named for you
has come to be
the darkest of my life
Your wicked vendetta 
year after year
has robbed me of a parent,
and given my husband to another.
You cursed a loved one
with brain tumors
and now you destroy
another marriage.
 
Casting your long shadows
on my life has ended
I return this month to you
For I do not see you anymore
I do not know you
I never knew you
There is no end or beginning
No old or new
 
It just is
 
 
 
Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Sanaa, from A Dash of Sunny, is hosting Open Link
Night at D'verse Poets Pub tonight.

Word Prompts

Vendetta - Word of the Day
Long Shadows - RDP
Pedantic - FOWC

Misunderstood

Misunderstood

Your eyes no longer hide the truth
They have become the lens
to your dark soul
The bitterness written
between the lines of your face
Chiseled deep into the crevices
where it now resides
Dragging the once curve of a smile
into a permanent scowl
The magnitude of your suffering
living on display for all to see
Your strange, misunderstood past
responsible for a demeanor 
that pushes friendship away
Making it impossible for anyone
to come close so they might
know more of your story and pain



Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Word Prompts
Beginning with “M” - Stream of Consciousness
Magnitude - FOWC
Strange - RDP

Image by Sammy-Williams from Pixabay 

Taking a Knee – Ironic





Like you I have struggled to find the words to respond to the horror of the murder of George Floyd before my very eyes. A man who allegedly tried to pass a counterfeit $20 bill was immediately regarded as a thief and killed without a trial or a chance to plead his case. Was he a threat to society? Did the police treat him this way for our own good? Absolutely not.

The irony of this story is he was killed by the knee of a policeman. If you remember it was just a few short years ago that quarterback Colin Kaepernick knelt during the national anthem in silent protest to the unjustified police killings of African Americans. His action was quickly adopted by many players in the NFL and every Sunday we saw them all taking a knee prior to the game. Kaepernick was promptly fired by the San Francisco 49ers and was ostracized by other teams who regarded him as an unpatriotic troublemaker and he never played in the NFL again. His career was ruined for protesting and highlighting that Black Lives Matter. Instead of acknowledging what he was protesting, his critics were deeply offended by his disregard for the flag and thought that was more egregious. “Taking a Knee” as it was referred to quickly picked up steam and it was adopted by many sports personalities. They became targets of Trump and were treated despicably.

Now a policemen has used his own knee to publicly take the life of an African American. Where is the justice?

Today I am ashamed of America.

Taking a Knee

We watched
as the horror unfolded
He lay helpless on the ground
Hands behind back
Cuffs binding wrists
Immobile 
Yet a knee on the neck
Unnecessary
Arrogance and power
pressing down hard
Choking life from his body

Oh the irony of the knee!

Silent Sunday protests
Peacefully and respectfully
objecting
to police brutality
Taking a knee
Only to be
Criticized
Deviled
Ostracized
Unemployed

and threatened with
silent warnings

You take a knee
and our knee will
Take the breath
from your body

... and they did

Racism lives on
in the USA

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Rest In Peace George Floyd, you will never be forgotten
and your death will not be in vain. #blacklivesmatter


Prompts
RDP - For our good
FOWC - Thief

Unhealed Wounds

Unhealed Wounds

She saw herself 
again as a child
and wept
the same tears
The horror
of that day 
Carved in the mind
Deep, open wounds
that will never heal
Still Haunting 
Residing within her 
like a parasite
Eating away at her core
Her so called surprise gift
was that of domestic
sexual abuse
from someone trusted
A father figure
A family member
A manipulator
A maniac
A thief
who stole her life
Robbed her of dignity 
Demanding her silence
Here at this very place



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sadje’s What do you See photo challenge
Word  Prompts
Domestic - RDP
Maniac - FOWC 
A word beginning with CH - Stream of Consciousness Saturday

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