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Survival

Survival

Survival is an instinct
Born of necessity 
Protected
at all costs
as you would a child
and like your spirit
it can never be taken
from you
 
It is all you have when
times are dire
Your resourcefulness
when you are without
Your resilience 
when you are knocked down 
It lives and breathes
within you
 
It is always present
yet hangs in your shadows
until you call upon it
and give it life
Your will to survive
paramount
Your kiss of life
Your oxygen

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Gospel Isosceles is hosting D'Verse Poets
and has prompted us with the Birth/Born

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The Handmaid’s Tale – A Poem

The Handmaid’s Tale

A realization dawns
The stark reality that
I am merely a possession
A purchased accessory
a commodity, and reminding me
has become your obsession
 
Speechless I retreat
Wounded by your words
so blatantly delivered
Lacking kindness, 
Cruel and meant to sting
Inwardly I shivered
 
As you threaten my livelihood
I consider the repercussions
You will offer no act of contrition 
But continue to wield your power
Indignation unfaltering
You have exercised your volition
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts
Kindness - WotD
Repercussions - FOWC
Go Dog Go Cafe - The Handmaid's Tale

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Papa Why?

Papa Why?

Papa why?
Why did you marry mama
and not stay true?
Your fighting
scarred me
for life and
distorted my view
 
'Please tell mama this'
and her reply would be
'Please tell papa that'
I was good for
both of you
Used as a conduit
for your ugly chat
 
You, my hero
would get the moon
for me
That was your promise
But you forgot that
when you chose
to be free
 
So in this, my life
that you never knew
I hitched to many a wagon
My choices calculated
They were replicas of you 
I’d flow from one to another
and each time I’d slay the dragon 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Flow - RDP

Dragon - WotD

Go Dog Go Cafe - Please Papa Get Me The Moon

Go Dog Go Cafe - Promote Yourself Monday

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Free At Last

Free At Last

As night turned into day
the light in the dingy room
depressed me more
and I slipped beyond gloom

Overcome with sadness
my feelings I tried to repress
Teardrops fell from my eyes
and I was clearly in distress

Through my moments of crazy
I saw the parcel on the floor
It was a box tied up with string
I hadn’t noticed it before

Who could it belong to
No name and address supplied
I opened it cautiously
Considering the contents inside

A leather bound book
With a letter addressed to me
This is your time, it said
Get up and be set free

No more sadness now
This is the end of the wrath
Your time has come at last
You are now on the glide path

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Dingy

Parcel

Repress

Glide

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Get Away

Get Away

She became the tired recipient
of his irrational behavior
He’s up, then he’s down
A relationship doomed to failure

Tolerance wearing thin
Her desire to please had waned
She had to get away
and no longer be restrained

Enough is enough
Her dedication there no longer
What won’t kill you
makes you stronger

Not wanting to drink poison
for him this day
She swore to leave
and him she would betray

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Reena’s Weekly Exploration Challenge Week #58

Keywords

  1. Whiner
  2. Patience personified
  3. Pessimist
  4. Testing Times
  5. Doer
  6. Jilted Lover
  7. Circumstantial
  8. Devoted

Reena asked us to pick a minimum of two keywords from the above list and weave a story/poem around them, without using them.  The onus of identifying the keywords is on the writer by using them as a theme or a personality.

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Blind Faith

Giving potency
to the dormant
a zest for life
and a desire
to move forward
The course will be drawn

Be confident
in your quest
Eyes straight ahead
you’re never alone
Challenges met
Another day’s dawn

Abiding love
will not fade
or wane
Invisible to the eye
it will stay strong
a crutch to lean on

When times are rough
it will be the underpin
Keeping you upright
and moving forward
Competing
in life’s marathon

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Zest

Abiding

Love

Saddened

My heart is heavy again today

It feels like pain will never go away

I was doing so well

Never hearing the warning bell

My world suddenly on its end

I look to you but you will not bend

Your actions provoke

Even when nothing is spoke

Goading for a reaction

I’m innocent, rejecting the accusation

This treatment I cannot abide

I just want to run away and hide

I am walking aimlessly in a minefield

Where your weapons you do wield

There is no middle ground

It’s as if we have drowned

I go into survival mode

My livelihood is about to unfold

I must walk away from you

If it is the last thing I ever do

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Daily Prompt Abide

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Debilitating

The morning light was squinting
Through the bedroom shades
Few clouds in a sunny sky
The birds singing their serenades

Earl Grey in the teapot
A light breakfast prepared
Saying hello to the day
I thought I was prepared

It happened again
Without any warning
The monster reared its head
Leaving me in mourning

A verbal attack came
From nowhere I could see
Blindsided as usual
While I was drinking my tea

I said I was feeling better
Not a complaint or a question
Yesterday experiencing something minor
A simple statement, not aggression

Then how do I become
the target of your onslaught?
I didn’t do what you suggested
Is that really a fault?

Your words of anger
So hurtful and debilitating
You are angry because what?
I feel like it’s baiting

You are looking for a fight
I never know why
I am so totally unprepared
I have no battle cry

Your reactions to statements
Are so unbelievably strange
You attack and become the victim
Setting a scene to derange

Trying to wrap my arms
Around your state of mind
Incognizant of my own pain
It is you I have to find

Know suggestions can be useful
They are offered to awaken
Like opinions they cost nothing
Don’t be surprised if not taken

If I need help I would ask
If I need a doctor I would deduce
If I need support I would expect
What I don’t need is verbal abuse

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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Quarry

Deceived by your eloquence
I was swept up by your pander
Your agenda was not initially known
When I realized your plan
You did not appreciate my candor

Angered by my directness
You were no longer comfortable
Your swagger became limp
Seeing my chance to escape
I was no longer vulnerable

Escaping from your clutches
Your words were accusatory
There was anger in your eyes
Your goal would not be achieved
I would never be your quarry

Struggling to stay upright
Clawing my way through trees
Knowing the predator was on my heels
My breathing became labored
As I battled to be free

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Daily Prompts:

Quarry

Eloquence

Candor

Comfortable

 

Fire and Water

Fire and water
We travel through it by far
As much as I douse your flames
You continue to spar

Paralyzed by your words
Cold and cruel, you are an animal
Each one a mind blowing zing
And you claim to be rational

Your criticisms are unfounded
They are unkind and heartless
Where is your filter?
But you proceed regardless

Saying whatever you want
Irrespective of the effect
If I try to distract you
Your voice will inflect

It hurts and you are aware
But it doesn’t stop you
Never apologizing
Your behavior is askew

For the pain you inflict
I don’t know you anymore?
Not recognizing who you’ve become
I feel cut to the core

Our communications escalate
To a level that is dangerous
Your false accusations
Are downright traitorous

You are determined to compete
I have become your arch rival
To you I practice cognitive dissonance
But in reality it is my survival

Christine Bolton

Daily Prompts:

Zing

Distract

Compete

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