Tag: unheard

Into the Wallpaper

Into the Wallpaper

When did it happen? I do not recall
Thrilled at how intertwined our lives
had become in the short time
we had been together
Thinking of myself less and less
Putting you always front and center
It made me happy to do things for you
and you basked in the sunshine of my giving

One day I realized I no longer saw my friends
Making excuses to my family why I couldn’t see them
Noticing how others no longer addressed me
Everything was directed to you instead
I had become insignificant, isolated
It was as if I had disappeared into the wallpaper
Unseen, unheard, living in your shadow
This was your plan from the beginning

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday - Wallpaper

Unheard – Poem of the Month – May 2021


My words do not reach you anymore
They hang heavy in the air, waiting to be heard
Full of love, passion, anger, questioning
But your ears are closed to them
They fall to the ground unanswered
As is always the way
You, too busy speaking your own truths
to care about my thoughts and dreams
I die a little death each time this happens
Over time parts of me become numb
Where the life once used to be
Benign stumps from which nothing will grow
Neglected like a plant trying to thrive in a closet
No sunshine to nurture life or water to quench its thirst
When the desire to speak and be heard is eventually lost
Then that is when you will hear me no more
The only sound to be heard will be you
Talking to the wind
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No Voice

No Voice

Listen to me
is all I ask
Hear my words
Let them resonate
and you will learn
about me
For I have been forgotten
My allusions unnoticed
or disregarded
Your guilt quickly
and bombastically
camouflaging the truth
of what I say
You spin it
until unrecognizable
You are now the victim
and I the aggressor
My precious words
catch the fury of your ire
and fall in ashes
to the ground
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Precious - Word of the Day
Allusions - RDP
Bombastic - FOWC

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The Messenger

The Messenger

I am Mercury
but I cannot
my feelings
to you
A communicator
talking to
a brick wall
I speak
and you hear
a foreign language
You are deaf
to my words
to my feelings
One more 
roll of your eyes
I cannot stand
When did you
stop listening?
When did you
stop remembering?
When did it
become okay
to disrespect me?
When did I become
such an irritant?
I am rendered
Frightened now
to use my words
fearing they
will be misconstrued
and weaponized
to fight against me
Don’t shoot the Messenger

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