Lifeforce

Courtesy: Pixabay
On her knees
begging for acceptance,
her heart's depth
her nakedness,
the essence possessed
was her lifeforce laid bare.

Learning two reactions,
those who turned away,
those who faded,
fading took time,
the scars left behind
draining her soul.

Oh how they'd tried
to strangle her with scorn,
to wither her caring,
yet, when her heart broke
she offered the world
the other half.

©November 2019, December 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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