Her Consciousness Screamed

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
Her dream balance
tipped,
spilled into her waking hours,
opening her eyes,
not to mystery,
but to a reality
possessing no tolerance
for creative minds
like hers.

Her consciousness screamed,
keenly aware
that her creative mind
had no business being
trapped,
chained to a desk,
abused in that place
where all imaginations
go to die.

©June 2021
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.
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