Running Colors

Courtesy: Pixabay
Painting in the rain.
Contained in the running colors
was the life they'd imposed,
never supposing,
not the least bit caring,
about the self inside.

Washing the canvas clean.
Teardrops, raindrops,
never the same again.
On her knees,
lies running away,
her true self remaining.

Canvas drying in the sun.
Her breath taken,
her portrait's reflection
visible for the first time,
an image so long denied
looking back.

©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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