Maelstrom
Each day I wake
not knowing what
to expect
Will today be
comforting or
suffocating
There is no way to detect
I can sail
smooth seas
of love and tranquility
Be a recipient
of your devoted attention
and surprised
by your spontaneity
Or do we navigate a maelstrom
on this imperious
voyage to destruction
Unable to fathom
your thought process
I do drown in your rhetoric
of seduction
Anchored to your bitterness
Wishing for harmony but
sinking in your resentment
Feeling Icy fingers wrapped
around my heart
beguiled with the promise
of contentment
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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