Courtesy: Pixabay

closing in,
threatening to crumble.
Her heart pushed and pulled,
a weeping void between.
The door for escape
led to more doors,
more empty rooms.
On the empty balcony
her tears falling to glistening pavement,
she cast an unfurling lifeline
across the street.
On another balcony,
another lonely heart
grasped it.

©2020 Christina Anne Hawthorne

*Later this week I’ll begin re-posting the best poems that were on the website. The reviewed and, sometimes, re-edited poems will thereafter appear each Saturday.


About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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