The clock ticking,
telling her time was slipping away.
a dearth of opinions,
trying to keep the nightmares at bay.
She awoke in awakened revelation.
Her troubling dreams
weren’t what they seemed,
they were a message from her heart.
It was a message she didn’t want to hear,
but maybe it was time.
©June 2020 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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.