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Shadow of the Sword

Shadow of the Sword

Scared of the shadows
You take my hand 
and lead me gently
from the darkness 
Still trembling with fear
I hold onto you
Resisting the slight pull
from the invisible harness
 
For reasons unknown
I trust you with my life
No flare sent up
Perhaps this is infatuation
A desire for something
I have never had
Is it your strength of force?
Or is it an adulteration?
 
Are you rescuing me
from the ghosts of my past?
Protecting me from evil
So my life will live with yours
How I wish to forget
what I will leave behind
I fear nothing will be resolved
Locked behind dungeon doors
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


In response to:
Sue Vincent's Weekly Photo Prompt - Write/Photo - Blade

Word Prompts:

Trust

Flare

Reason

Infatuation

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Fearless

A fearless warrior
Alone in her plight
Fighting for their existence
No one to help her and the child
Determined to go the distance

She walked through fire
but was not burnt by it
She circled her wagons
With her never ending fury
She slayed the dragons

She would fight tigers
For she was a mother
Crossing her you cannot afford
For the life of her daughter
She would fall on her sword

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week #48

Using the line She walked through fire but was not burnt by it

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Escape from Chaos

Desperate to escape the chaos
I reach for my formula of medicine
Journal and writing implements in hand
Slipping quietly into oblivion

My thoughts become an epiphany
Exploding in my head
Furiously I write them down
Capturing all before they are dead

The clear night
Gave forth to brilliant stars
Lighting the sky
Like a fireflies in jars

The soft breeze
Was calming my soul
Musical leaves fluttering
I will soon again be whole

My words move quickly
Across the page
Reminiscent of ballerinas
Dancing on a stage

My heart empties
Its tears of pain
Forming verse so beautiful
Reminding me I am sane

When inside my head
Becomes dark and captured
I can set the demons free
With writings enraptured

Flowing effortlessly
Like waters in a stream
Unleashed onto paper
As if in a dream

Therapy for my head
The jumbled pieces of my brain
Coming together in harmony
My heart does not beat in vain

The pen is mightier than the sword
My words are my power
Grounded by my enlightenment
While adversaries inhabit ivory towers

Christine Bolton

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