Pluvial Night

Posted on October 12, 2021 by Christina Anne Hawthorne

Runaway,
pluvial night.
Cold
in her bones.
Unwanted.
Undone.
Uncertain
life was worth
another breath.

Hurting
to her soul.
PTSD
in the making.
Each step,
each raindrop,
another reason
to kneel
in surrender.

Awakening
inner voice.
Unforeseen
inner strength.
Walking to where
only she
could be found.
Unseen heart beating.
Beating still.

©October 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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