The Circle of Life – Christine Bolton

It shed its leaves this Autumn
Lightening the load one last time
Weary now from carrying the weight

Limbs already beginning to die
The old tree was ailing
It already knew its fate

The seasons had come and gone
Many a creature had
Inhabited its boughs

Nests of squirrels and birds
A fox’s den at the base
Its leaves shading the cows

This tree had wrapped its branches
Around heartache and happiness
Providing comfort to those in need

Placating the broken hearted
And sheltering some from the rain
It was one hundred nights of hero, indeed

Soon the tree was pulled down
And the birds lamented over its dead body
New homes now to be found

A loss taking years to replace
A death not easily forgotten
As the old tree gives back to the ground

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


You can read more of Christine Bolton’s writing at Poetry For Healing: Words from the Heart

Control – Christine Bolton

You were inside my head
reading thoughts like an x-ray
Obedient to you no more
I escaped and ran far away
But you lured me back
with your bait and switch
and before I knew it
I was kissing the witch

I am putty in your hands
Weakened and malleable
Soaked like leather
until I am pliable
Stretched to the limit
on the verge of breaking
I am your conquest
and my heart, it is aching

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


You can read more of Christine Bolton’s writing at Poetry For Healing: Words from the Heart

Demoralized – Christine Bolton

Like a flower kept from the sun
Or an animal trapped in a cage
Her growth was stunted
No longer remembering
how she got to this place
Her razor edge, now blunted

Isolated from those who cared most
Living in the well of loneliness
Slowly and surely marginalized
Her passion for excitement lost
Becoming redundant in life
Existing but completely demoralized

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


You can read more of Christine Bolton’s writing at Poetry For Healing: Words from the Heart